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Meandering thoughts of a Bay Area college student… be prepared for some bipolar vocabulary

Will or won’t? It will…!

It’s really hard to describe the feeling you get when all of your efforts towards helping someone is in vain. Not the in vain kind of… in vain… where all of your efforts are inconsequential and your friend who you try to help fails despite your best efforts. But the “in vain” where your aid is quite unnecessary and maybe even unnoticed.

Like a helicopter pilot who deliberately crashes through a POW camp to free the people trapped within the cement walls… only to find out within his last dying moment, his final breath, that the prisoners have been freed only minutes ago.

Maybe in such extreme cases, people would feel sorry and maybe a twinge of regret. But that’s all. Isn’t it? But let’s lower the scale to our everyday life. If you went through so much trouble to achieve a certain result for a friend… and from total thin air you find out someone has beaten you to it… how would you feel? Disappointment… anger, maybe a bit of relief? You won’t even receive any credit for all the troubles you’ve gone through.

If you’re lucky, you’ve never been through such a thing like this before. But I bet that you will. Most of you are less than 20 years old. It will happen.

And speaking of vanity… let me introduce you to Neharika Bhardwaj, one of the few Indian people I know. Who is she? What is she? She’s smart, though a bit over the edge when it comes to sanity. She’s a sophomore, but will nearly always be a freshman. And… like every Indian person I know, she’s vegetarian. (Not to stereotype every Indian person out there. But seriously, I know around 8 and so far, it’s 8 for 8 and you guys are on a mean streak.)

I’ve answered what she is. But as for who she is, I think it’s good if we asked her ourselves. Standing by at her house is Neharika. Let’s have an interview!

[20:42] BaoWahRaNgErS:
[20:44] BaoWahRaNgErS: Who are you?
[20:45] ddrevolutionx3: i cant bleive you just asked that
[20:46] BaoWahRaNgErS: *aside* pretend it’s an interview
[20:46] ddrevolutionx3: oh i c
[20:46] ddrevolutionx3: ask me again
[20:46] BaoWahRaNgErS: okay
[20:46] BaoWahRaNgErS: *ahemmm
[20:46] BaoWahRaNgErS: who are you?
[20:46] ddrevolutionx3:
[20:46] BaoWahRaNgErS: *take 2
[20:47] ddrevolutionx3: i am a bubbly freshman who value grades a lot
[20:47] ddrevolutionx3: Sadly, that’s all we could get out of her before the police came in and tried to arrest us for the infringement of private property. She oughta notify her parents before letting a camera crew come in.

 

…Awkward.

Signing off!

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Past… and present.

I pretty much gaurantee to all of my readers that you’ve seen my new collage at the top of my post… and you have no idea who some of these people in the pictures are. Well of course, all of the pictures have me in it. It is, after all, “Bao’s Weblog.” But… who, when, and where are these pictures about? Well, if you’ve got the time, I shall invite you to meet my friends in hopes that you guys, one day, meet each other.

Big picture, furthest to the left, are of myself and my cousins, Sam and Kat at my great aunt’s house. It was around a few months ago on an oh-so-dull deathday party. After the kneeling business, the heavy, nauseating smell of insense, and the horrible food, we just went and hung out. Well Sam is pretty popular so she always has her cellphone around with her. Every party, at least once, she’ll receive a phone call, most likely from a guy. That’s why I sometimes have to call you guys to counter. =] After the call, we just got bored and started taking pictures. I chose one where we all looked good… et voila! Well, okay. To be fair, it’s the ones where I look decent.

Smaller picture on the left, just a few days before summer break, courtesy of Alex Nguyen, now senior… well freshman. There’s us just playing Uno on a euphoric seventh period. Going in a clockwise fashion starting from this extraordinary hawt guy wearing grey, theeeere’s your’s truly, Kevin Hseieh, Van Kieu, Thanh Nguyen, Sam Lee, and George Preno. On the steps from left to right are people I can’t seem to identify, and Christine Dinh.

To the middle, upper half, is myself at my grandmother’s falling asleep from yet another monotonous party and either Sam or Kat capturing a brief moment of weakness. Well of course, it got better when my cousins arrived… the ones my age. Middle upper right is yet another picture of myself and my two favorite cousins on my dad’s side, same day.

Middle bottom half is me at school on a very cold day, smiling for someone. I don’t remember who took it. Some say I looked like a drug addict, another says I look like a hobo. I say I was cold…
 To the middle bottom right is the crown jewel. In that picture, all of my close Fremont friends are in that picture with new friends whom I’ve met only a few years ago. Most notable person is the one sitting down, wearing black. He’s Vincent Leong, and it’s his sixteenth birthday party. If you look really closely, you can see me giving him the antlers…

Final pictures are of my closest friends here in EVHS. Saurav , the Indian, well, Nepalian guy closest to the camera, and Martin, also looking into the invisible lens. And there’s… me, oblivious to all around me, focused intently on some killer math problems…

And now you know who everyone in my collage is. =D Almost all of the most important people in my lilfe are in this mural of my past and present.

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The rape of Bao’s kite

So today, Marcus invited me to fly kites with him. I came and amazingly there were pretty mild temperatures, considering it was summer. Awesome. ANd on my way to Fowler Park, I stopped by my house and brought my ten year old Star Wars kite. That kite has been with me through a lot. Several beaches, countless park flights, and through the 4 houses I’ve been through on my life’s journey to…. here I guess. I made it to Fowler Park, wondering and hoping that it’s the right one, when I saw a solitary rainbow kite flying in the distance. It must be Marcus’s. Since the park was so near damn empty, that one lone kite reminded me of a flag that still manages to fly in a desolate wasteland. How appropriate I thought. Turns out it was. Stanley soon joined us and I got this bright idea to have “Kite Wars!” So basically, we would try to knock each other’s kite to the ground. Off we went ramming our kites into each other. It was my small, old plastic kite versus Marcus’s larger, newer, canvas kite. Yet, despite the odds, my kite repeatedly emerged victorious. I still say the lopsided results were to Stanley’s and my skillful maneuvering.

Victory, however, came at a terrible price. Marcus’s kite left a gash about a foot long in my trusty old kite. Aaaack. We called it quits after that. Leaving our kites on benches, we played this other game I made up. We came over to the water sprinklers and would have to look straight down the hole for ten seconds. After that got boring, and after much splashing around, we played on the playground for about forty more minutes before my ride came.

Soo I’m going to go tape my kite back together again. Bye! =D And look out for Marcus’s blog. He’s gonna write about today…

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Who is that? 0_o

Mysterious girl with Bao

 

 

 

There she goes...

 

 

 

 

There she goes again..

 

 

 

 

Who’s that mysterious person always smiling with me? Like some angel or demon, she seems to be always there, watching .. and watching, indirectly affecting the fluid course of my life. Stanley thought it was a girlfriend. Xi thought it was me. I wouldn’t have guessed she was related. Erik had no clue.

People, meet my cousin Sam! Stanley… disgustingly inaccurate. Xi… um ok? Erik, congratulations, you had the best guess. Applause applause applause! Sad…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Umm… ok Andrew. Who’s that?]

Guys, you’re back!

[Alright, whatever makes ya happy. Who’s that?]

Well, some guy named Kevin thought she was my girlfriend.

[Is he right?]

[ 0_0 Omg Andrew, tell me no…]

Meet Sam’s sister Katt! [Phew -_-] Do you all see a weird trend where two people mistakened my two cousins to be my girlfriends?

[Why are we not surprised?]

Here we are all together.

[Bao you player >D]

[>D]

Moving on!! 0_o

On my dad’s side, Sam and Katt are my favorite cousins. Seriously whenever I go to a party on my dad’s side, usually one of those dull deathday parties to celebrate a dead relative, it would be worse by tenfold with all of those meaner older cousins that demand unwavering respect. On the other extreme side of the spectrum are my younger counterparts… the more annoying ones. Of course, they’ve grown and matured and formed their own little faction and before I knew it, they’re just like us now with cellphones, iPods, and their own little cliches. Makes me sick for some reason. Well, at least there’s also Sam and Kat there to keep me sane.

Haha, I just had to write a post about my two lifesaving/sanitysaving cousins.

Will love you all always!

Aaand I wanted to experiment with photo options. What do you think of my blog’s new theme? Comments please?

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Aaaand let’s see what’s behind mistake number 2!! Ooh, the face on Mars!

Note to self: 6/4/2008, is officially the crappiest day I’ve ever experienced in my highschool life. One unlucky event, one after the other after the other, like a string of fire ants closing in for the miniscule pathetic little bug that happens to be my ego right now. Today started out really really tiring. My day started at midnight til two or three while I was searching high and low and literally tearing my house apart for my sky blue french binder.. all for naught. What seemed like a teaspoon’s worth of rest I dove blissfully into ended with the weatherman’s sickeningly cheerful voice. I swear I’m not a morning person anymore and whoever is can burn in hell.

I tripped while putting on pants and my chest fell against the sharp corner of the bed, leaving a huge red mark with blood stitched at odd distances. But noo time for bandages. HAHAHAH NOO. There I was, devoid of my damn french binder clambering into my dad’s car for the first period of HELL. The second reason why I was up til two was for chemistry. Okay, picture this as an example.

You’re a fireman and you just drove up the smoking Santa Cruz summit with your crew. You get out, don your boots and mask. You’re all set, ready to go when…

“No, you stay here with the truck. Let us handle it.” This from your commander.

Okay, how would that make you feel right now? Relieved? A little perhaps. Insulted?? I know I would be.

So you’re sitting there with the engine, it’s sirens silently flashing, leaning against the dashboard, radio within reach. All around you, firemen and firetrucks rush up the hill your team did a few minutes ago. A shadow accompanied by a drone passes as a fire plane dumps its load of suffocating mist. And then it hits you. Your team is calling in the reinforcements! And you’re just sitting here next to the radio waiting for the order to haul ass!

So, inevitably, the fire is contained and men start pouring from the hill in waves. There’s your team, exhausted. The commander comes to the engine, face black, sweating all over, takes one scathing look at you and says,

You’re an ass.

“I’ve been waiting by the engine the whole fucking time! I even radioed you to see if you needed help.”

“Yeah, you probably would’ve made things worse. Just drive us home…”

How pissed off would you be?? Even if you were the worst fireman on this planet, HEY, you’re still a fireman right? Well, that was basically my chemistry class for the day. There’s moi and the pissed off commander. Remember when I said friends here can get unreasonably irritated way more often then my other friends?

Fourth period, the period of death, waltzed along my path through high school life as I walked to fourth period French. During break, I’ve transferred what I had left of my french binder and lovingly crammed it into my folder. I hope to God it’ll be enough. Also in the period of death is part II of our finals, the essay.

Straight after sixth period ohhh boy was when the fire ants really came at it. My ride was 10 minutes late. I arrived at EVC.. late. They screwed up my ID, so I had to wait a fucking half hour in line, consequently making me 45 minutes late for my trig assessment test. Mistake number one. So I finally make it to the test center. I sit down with a huge urge to go to the bathroom. I barely pass the placement exam, which totally confused me. That was harder than people said it’d be. As I walked out looking at my paper, it suddenly dawned upon me.

Mistake number 2.

Recommendation: This score means the student qualifies to take Math 71 (Calculus) at Evergreen Valley College.

I was pissed. I wanted to make sure tribes in Peru heard the “FUUUCK!” coming out of my mouth. I stomp over to the career office, three words screaming in my mind: Wrongfuckingclass. I stand in line once again until this lady who’s face and attitude reminded me of Jabba the Hutt. Her condescending tone, her jaw, the look she gave me. Worst of all: her lack of knowledge. Do you NOT work here woman? HERE as in the counselor’s office? I go back to admissions and records and I see a sign: AWAY, be back by 4:30. It was 3:46.

-Crappy chem class, first period of HELL

-French class, fourth period of pain

-EVC, the worst college campus I’ve EVER known…

Fantabulous day everybody!!!

The face on Mars, mentioned in the title, is actually a face on Mars. Literally. It’s a face, staring upwards into space, first seen by a NASA Viking Orbiter photo in 1976.

Estimates of the dimension of the face suggests it to be 1.6 miles long, 1.2 miles wide, and 1500 feet high. Some say it was a monument left behind by long dead Martians. (Were they bored?) NASA’s official position is that the shadow is a trick of shadow and light. It’s simply a geographic formation. This was back in 1978. Why aren’t we going back? The location of the face is declared unfit for landing with a second Viking orbiter due to large hazards. Viking 2 ended up touching down in the Utopia region.

Here’s the face on Mars taken from a Viking orbiter:
http://anomalyhunters.com/cradle/cradlepage5.html

And a more recent picture taken from the Express orbiter:
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap060925.html

Two different views with different shadow/lighting conditions. Which one do you believe, considering the second one is computer generated?

Now one might argue, “Why would NASA supress such an awe-inspiring moment in history?” Some people say that NASA withheld some of the most compelling images. WHY?

Assuming they are of course, hiding information, they could simply be thinking that the human race isn’t ready to cope with such information. Mass panic would ensue, fire erupting on the streets as countless suicides leave law enforcement and media reeling. Still don’t get it? Next time, try yelling “FIRE!” at a dark, crowded movie theater and see what happens.

Cheers!

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eBao

eBao… eBay. eBao! Am I crazy or is that a good idea???

Hmm, what should eBao be about?

My name is probably one of the most versatile names in the entire school of Evergreen Valley High School. It’s also one of the most fun to mess around with. Bah-bah-Bao! B-B-B-B-BAO! Bao! Bao! Bao! You can make songs with lyrics comprising of just Bao’s. You can play with a twist of words. Bao to your master! Bao to me! Bao to Bao! It’s also, ironically, one of the hardest names to say. Those of you who are reading this and don’t know me may think, “Bao… is it pronounced… Boa? Or… Bale? Bahao?” Well fyi fellow readers, it’s pronounced bow, as in Bao to me.

The Vietnamese pronounciation… ah that’s another story completely. I find it hard to believe that so many people can’t say it correctly in Vietnamese. It seems so easy! But I guess that’s because… psh obviously.

Someone once said on his away message: All Tinas are sluts. No offense!
All I could do was… 0_0

I could go rant on and on about my past few months at EVHS. But no. It’s not worth mentioning about in this blog.

Act III Scene 1

(Setting: French 3, 4th period, French reading time, Michelin tourism guide)

Alicia: (pronouncing the sentence flawlessly and without hesitation) Les touristes peuvent facilement choisir les hôtels et les restaurants qui correspondent à leurs goûts… et à leurs ressources financières.

Saurav: (with much hesitation) Uhh.. Michelin est l’une des pluls (plus, as in “ploo” how do you mispronounce ploo?).. entreeprises? (entreprises) francais (francaises, genius). Son activité princiaple (principal you moron) n’est pas la publication de guides (prounouced geeds you….. iashkl dghs) touristiques, mais la fabrication des PUH-news. (pneus, pronounced news)

(Bao , Nivita, and Martin snickers)

Saurav: Shut up guys. Shut the fuck up.

Bao: PUH-neu Saurav? PUH-neu?

Martin: My god, Saurav.’

(Fifteen minutes later)

(Martin remembers incident and starts laughing)

Saurav: What?

Bao: (turns around) PUH-neu Saurav?

Saurav: OMFG. Hey it’s not as bad as Martin’s incident!

Martin: Alright, I’ll stop Saurav.

Sauravv: That’s what I THOUGHT!

Martin: Wow Saurav.

**FLashback to previous incident**

(French compostion today)

Mme. Weiss: Okay. Here’s your prompt.

Prompt: Your parents are out on Friday and you must go to your friend’s place. But wait! Il y a une probleme! Your parents left you with chores. Yada yada yada…

Martin: (stares in horror) Oh… my… God. (Turns around to Saurav frantically) Sauravv Saurav! PLEASE! How do you say Friday in French!?

Saurav: … what the hell? (starts smiling) Are you kidding me?

Martin: Dammit! (starts fake crying)

Saurav: How the HELL did you pass French one?

Martin: (finally realizing that Saurav won’t be much help) Bao! How do you say Friday!?

Bao: (WAAY too busy laughing)

Martin: sdfjkl lsdjgasdk;

(Aftermath: Martin managed not to say “Friday” even once in his composition. (Vendredi) We never bothered to ask for his score.)

eBao SHALL be the world’s ULTIMATE website for.. accurate simulations of ANYTHING! Experience virtual reality through this website. Would you like to kill someone you hate? Can’t get the girl of your dreams? Want to experience the extraordinary? This amazing website will let you travel anywhere. Fly a kite in Iraq! Take a walk in space! With this crazy website, you shall undertake the most astonishing journeys of your life any day you wish and from anywhere you please.

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