from just looking at the preceeding set of pictures, one would think that i'm a person who just hangs out with asians, which amuses me quite a bit because nothing could be further from the truth.

although, i'm not going to have "affirmative action" on my selection of images, so what you see is what you get, for now. just wait. the photojournal will rock your socks, as long as you are wearing some. this is what your socks being rocked would look like:

*rock!* *hi, i'm a sock!* *rock!*

okay. that was gay.

my 'asianness' is a funny thing. i bet non-asian people think that it's pretty weird to be an asian person, and granted, it is, especially in the united states. we have a social identity that is totally fucked. even i view other asian folk in stereotypes, boxing them into my comfortable set of asian labels: stupid asians, boater asians, stupid boater asians, and the macro-catergory of YOUNG ASIANS. young asians are the worst, especially young american asians that i don't know personally. GET A HOLD OF YOUR BRAINS, YOU FUCKS!

i need to get a hold of my senses.

however, still on that asian tip, i ate lunch today with two other filipino guys, roger and alan. imagine this, a car with three young filipinos! one would think i was overwhelmed with the ratio, but it was pretty cool. we went to burger king. alan drove his parents super nice toyota suv. it was so nice that i was afraid to leave fingerprints on the doorhandle. of course, if i didn't know it was alan's car, and that it belonged to an undeserving asian fuck whose parents got them everything, i would have keyed the shit out of it.

of course, i'm full of shit. at least that is what one-half of my split personality is saying, right now.

NO, THE OTHER HALF OF MY SPLIT PERSONALITY IS FULL OF SHIT! DIE! DIE! DIE!

okay. i'm okay now, although i now know how gollum felt in lord of the rings.