tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10559391322748760912024-03-19T03:08:24.382-07:00. l o s t. in . t r a n s l a t i o n .in BETWEEN the searching and the meaning...there is UNDERSTANDING...and that's when you become FOUND.d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-80794623187038448392012-03-09T11:33:00.005-08:002012-03-09T12:11:43.056-08:00KONY 2012: Fuck This Shit...Really.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38VG_hm_2DBgq_f1qF33vqQ6s_7KyQtU0F2CD_VVDVAr2r6Z1nBR3ls6UDVB9gv2Flfmac9XOre6z3U-prUxU8AxWsPU09F_zk6_wxSJ-V7MCK5RHQ_-wPjNecsQUXIKjGZJWurX42zY/s1600/424112_10100288520225223_27214535_44194388_1348511615_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717983270784544514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38VG_hm_2DBgq_f1qF33vqQ6s_7KyQtU0F2CD_VVDVAr2r6Z1nBR3ls6UDVB9gv2Flfmac9XOre6z3U-prUxU8AxWsPU09F_zk6_wxSJ-V7MCK5RHQ_-wPjNecsQUXIKjGZJWurX42zY/s400/424112_10100288520225223_27214535_44194388_1348511615_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 303px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
Concerning the <a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/">KONY 2012</a> campaign led by Invisible Children to take down <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord%27s_Resistance_Army">Lord's Resistance Army</a> leader <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Kony">Joseph Kony</a>:<br />
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No. You can’t save/fix Africa. It’s pretty damn complex.<br />
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For some…do you even ‘genuinely’ care about KONY 2012? Seriously, you’ll forget it like how you forgot ‘Linsanity’or whatever the hell Kanye West did lately. BTW, Kony is only one of hundreds of warlords and his shit has been around since 1986. And now people are only minimally finding out about it because of some idiotic viral video? If you truly do want to ‘genuinely’ care about fixing this damn world…start by actually volunteering at the Boys and Girls Club, donate to PBS, help in soup kitchens, or join Peace Corps. Damn it..get off your asses and go build houses in El Salvador. It’s a lot damn easier than trying to topple a warlord and you will make a great & positive impact faster than a blink of an eye.<br />
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If you want to help people who suffer...try being antagonistic and confrontational towards all those systems that make them suffer. Unless stepping out your door & making a difference is waaaaay TOO HARD & uncomfortable as compared to easily re-posting/spamming a viral video & ‘Liking’ it on Facebook and pretending that you actually give a shit.<br />
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<i>"...do not doubt for a second that those involved in KONY 2012 have great
intentions, nor do I doubt for a second that Joseph Kony is a very evil
man. But despite this, I’m strongly opposed to the KONY 2012 campaign..."</i><br />
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<a href="linkhttp://www.sabotagetimes.com/life/kony-2012-why-im-opposed-to-the-campaign/"><b><span style="color: black;">Learn why here:</span></b><br /><span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="display: block;"><span class="" id="formatbar_CreateLink" style="display: block;" title="Link"><img alt="Link" border="0" class="gl_link" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /></span></span></a><a href="linkhttp://www.sabotagetimes.com/life/kony-2012-why-im-opposed-to-the-campaign/">http://www.sabotagetimes.com/life/kony-2012-why-im-opposed-to-the-campaign/</a>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-22962194699430696692008-07-23T22:14:00.000-07:002008-07-25T02:32:41.272-07:00Essentials: Week #29<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Currently, these things are awesome to me:<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpSVdeD6tG5NEq88HzwDv4mdZodcmYEMtcKOhdFOvaTsqJzIutJyNkAZBW_Y8ovJ2od1-_nqY4OGfPZHrMo5h-FjBjvNKrol9FT2HW6KNTjTtFiFA9HrN0TDUWuH1SxXSt19Js7AVxMs/s1600-h/vietnamese+sandwich+blog++july2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpSVdeD6tG5NEq88HzwDv4mdZodcmYEMtcKOhdFOvaTsqJzIutJyNkAZBW_Y8ovJ2od1-_nqY4OGfPZHrMo5h-FjBjvNKrol9FT2HW6KNTjTtFiFA9HrN0TDUWuH1SxXSt19Js7AVxMs/s400/vietnamese+sandwich+blog++july2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226466869582721122" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B%C3%A1nh_m%C3%AC"><b style="font-weight: bold;">Bánh mì </b><span style="font-weight: bold;">thịt</span></a>- When <a href="http://anthonywin.blogspot.com/">Anthony</a> returned from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle">Seattle</a> last Sunday, he was <span style="font-style: italic;">awesome</span>. He managed to bring back some bánh mì thịt (Vietnamese sandwich) for both me and Harue. For those who don't know, a bánh mì thịt is a <a href="http://www.vietworldkitchen.com/features/baguette_myrecipe.htm">Vietnamese baguette</a> stuffed with thinly sliced pickled carrots & daikons, cucumber, onions, cilantro, a little jalapeños as well as slices of a variety of different types of pork (grilled marinated meats are popular too). It's also dressed with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat%C3%A9" class="mw-redirect" title="Paté">paté</a>, some mayonnaise, oil, and sometimes a little soy sauce. Back when I lived at home, my mom, she would <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> bring home two bánh mì thịt (nicely accompanied with a can of soy milk drink) for me from the Vietnamese deli when she goes out grocery shopping at the Asian markets because she knew I loved them so much. Damn, I can never stop craving them! <span style="font-style: italic;">I want a </span><span style="font-style: italic;">special combo</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">please!</span> <i>Bánh mì đặc biệt coming right away!</i><br /><b><br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WzaBfTSMaTvw9LmU5avJ5MAHrSJ9V9ttWBoo5vhHgdbgSsX-X5LOhSfYvCk5Cmn3HeifO_1P1-pv0KbUkxQcOY_Owwsw7smOv_OLi8FrEAa5N8TQTd8ccvRgFAWzDOCHEj4mTS6cx9Q/s1600-h/mickeys_blog_july2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WzaBfTSMaTvw9LmU5avJ5MAHrSJ9V9ttWBoo5vhHgdbgSsX-X5LOhSfYvCk5Cmn3HeifO_1P1-pv0KbUkxQcOY_Owwsw7smOv_OLi8FrEAa5N8TQTd8ccvRgFAWzDOCHEj4mTS6cx9Q/s400/mickeys_blog_july2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467003452897954" border="0" /></a><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mickey%27s">Mickey's</a></b> - Geared toward the university-aged drinkers, slightly left of mainstream. Mickey's is a 5.8% <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcohol_by_volume">alcohol by volume</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malt_liquor">malt liquor</a>. According to <a href="http://www.hipsterhandbook.com/" title="The Hipster Handbook">The Hipster Handbook</a>, it is "<span style="font-style: italic;">The only deck malt liquor</span>". I agree. It's deck. It also <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> me well last Thursday night. Packs a lot punch when you've got a 40 oz. bottle to yourself. Thank you Mickey's.<br /><b><br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ccbzJO5MarD2iF6pwk-CJsYOHMVgiWVQAwBj8gxMMb4fc8tIs5RWcT8dwplQQHQxLfpkvOzv9dR7x_zoMiJx3pEtDF8Sc3ez65A10XExEkz2KXFaIoodpkQy6UZwQHxME5b2DhYMthg/s1600-h/mean_creek_blog_july2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ccbzJO5MarD2iF6pwk-CJsYOHMVgiWVQAwBj8gxMMb4fc8tIs5RWcT8dwplQQHQxLfpkvOzv9dR7x_zoMiJx3pEtDF8Sc3ez65A10XExEkz2KXFaIoodpkQy6UZwQHxME5b2DhYMthg/s400/mean_creek_blog_july2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226467100985153394" border="0" /></a><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mean_Creek">Mean Creek</a></b> - Feeling a little restless from the summer night heat and couldn't go to sleep and so I ended up watching this dvd the other night. It's one of those movies that draws you in little by little and leaves a lasting impression. I don't really wanna spoil it too much for you and so I won't say much. Mean Creek is about a situation in which all control is lost. The movie is pretty much what do you get when you cross <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stand_by_Me_%28film%29">Stand By Me</a> with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_River%27s_Edge">The River's Edge</a>, add a touch of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Outsiders_%28film%29">The Outsiders</a>, and top it off with a light dusting of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deliverance">Deliverance</a>. Just to note, Mean Creek was chosen as feature selections in the 2005 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundance_film_festival">Sundance Film Festival</a> and the 2005 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannes_film_festival">Cannes Film Festival</a>.<b><br /></b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-38026670516063883872008-07-23T13:04:00.000-07:002008-07-24T02:27:18.999-07:00Rewind: A Look Back At Week 29<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm going to go ahead and filter out the other six days of Week 29 and place emphasis on Thursday July 17th.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday night, July 17th<br /><br /></span> <ul><li>Sometimes there really isn't much to do here in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman%2C_Washington">Pullman</a> during the summer nights as oppose to during the regular school year.<br /> </li><li>After a hot and blistering summer day, <a href="http://anthonywin.blogspot.com/">Anthony</a> and I randomly walked from our place and down to <a href="http://www.merchantcircle.com/business/Dissmores.Iga.509-332-2918">Dissmores</a>. We managed to place some contemplation between a case of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corona_%28beer%29">Corona</a> or a case of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heineken">Heineken</a>, we ended up grabbing two large bottles of 40 oz. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mickey%27s">Mickey's</a>.</li><li>Once home, we stuck the Mickey's into the freezer to let it chill for a bit and made ourselves some <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rum_and_coke">rum & coke</a> with a bottle of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malibu_rum">Malibu Rum</a> that we had stashed up on the refrigerator.</li><li>We chilled and talked at the dining room table. It was like old times back at <a href="http://litdylan.blogspot.com/2006/11/stuck-with-not-much-to-do.html">E202</a> where it was just guys drinking and talking and attempting to solve life's little problems. Sometimes we drink to partially drown our sorrows and sometimes we just drink to us guys because we feel there needs to be some alcohol circulating in our veins. I guess tonight we just needed to talk while downing some.</li><li>Me and Anthony haven't really quite done this together for the longest time. I guess we've been so busy and preoccupied with other parts of our lives. But like I said, this is for the sake of old times.<br /></li><li>Time passes by and we consumed two 40 oz. bottles of Mickey's on our own.</li><li>We talked some more, but this time it involves my face turning red and Anthony beginning to have his mind drift upon certain matters.</li><li>We get too loud and end up waking up our female room mate. I begin to feel bad.<br /></li><li>Events began to happen...</li><li>More stuff adds to more events...</li><li>Anthony and I down a shot of rum each.</li><li>A hat gets tossed onto the futon and a pair of swimming goggles finds itself in our presence.<br /></li><li>We joke, prank call our friends and leave absurd messages (if you were a victim and happen to find out by reading this, we are sooooo very sorry guys!).</li><li>We laugh our asses off continuously.</li><li>Somehow we became secret agents and spied...<br /></li><li>I head back to the kitchen to make a toasted salami and vegetable sandwich for both me and Anthony as well as preparing two more rum & coke. Anthony requested double shots for his.</li><li>I consumed my sandwich.</li><li>A bag of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Munchies_%28snack_mix%29">Munchies (snack mix)</a> magically appears out of nowhere and falls onto our table.</li><li>The Mickey's has got to me and I end up puking and I complain how awful the toilet smells.<br /></li><li>Anthony douses anti-bacterial soap on my hands for me to rinse.</li><li>Anthony finishes his rum & coke as well as mine.</li><li>I end up falling asleep while talking on the phone and Anthony's whereabouts are unknown.</li><li>Just like old times...</li></ul><br /><ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8SBTXusf8v93NUtFKPQKlEy2MrBYmE-HmYeQAAWqz-cYkmiQRZx24dHOoFnJNqf1JoiNt0UMQ39hEIPdudKl-3owKNV7Bl8CFvN2mgcl8U1THNKKmGAmtMPul51vdDLSnxRsOQfaFyb8/s1600-h/mickeys.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8SBTXusf8v93NUtFKPQKlEy2MrBYmE-HmYeQAAWqz-cYkmiQRZx24dHOoFnJNqf1JoiNt0UMQ39hEIPdudKl-3owKNV7Bl8CFvN2mgcl8U1THNKKmGAmtMPul51vdDLSnxRsOQfaFyb8/s400/mickeys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226441069793212226" border="0" /></a></li></ul><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The End</span></div>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-71053092956531297552008-07-14T14:36:00.000-07:002008-07-14T15:26:03.546-07:00Rewind: A Look Back at Week 28To be honest, I'm going to go ahead and skip last Sunday through Friday and head right onto Saturday. The reason why? Well, not much actually happened throughout the week and if there were any, it's probably best not to mention since it would bore the living daylights out of anyone.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Sunday - Friday:</span> Eat, sleep, read, summer day-dreaming, internet webcaming. 'Nuff said.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Saturday:</span> Shopping. Yes, on Saturday we went shopping. Me, my friends Paul, <a href="http://www.anthonywin.blogspot.com/">Anthony</a> and Harue decided that we were going to go ahead and make that 76 miles drive up north to the city of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spokane,_Washington">Spokane</a> to make an effort in cashing in on some new threads. Also, being up in Spokane seemed like a little treat because it allowed us to get away from being stuck in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman%2C_Washington">Pullman</a> and provided us with a generous change of scenery. Plus, Paul will be leaving Pullman at the end of the month and he has never actually had the opportunity to explore Spokane in his three years going to school at <a href="http://www.wsu.edu/">Washington State University</a>.<br /><br />Anyway, the first thing we did was hit up <a href="http://www.riverparksquare.com/">River Park Square</a> which is in the center of downtown Spokane. The mall is where my little sister Tracey works at the <a href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/index.html">Abercrombie & Fitch</a>. Too bad she wasn't working that day or else we could have met up, but it was my fault anyway for not calling ahead of time. After <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/">Nordstrom</a>, <a href="http://www.macys.com/">Macy's</a>, <a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/">Banana Republic</a>, and <a href="http://www.abercrombie.com/anf/index.html">Abercrombie & Fitch</a>, we decided to grab a little lunch. Me and the guys got ourselves foot-long<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Submarine_sandwich"> subs</a> from <a href="http://www.subway.com/subwayroot/index.aspx">Subway</a> and Harue ended up with some fries from some joint. As usual, Anthony and I ordered ourselves different subs and traded half of what we got with each other. We <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> do this...it's how we roll.<br /><br />Afterwards, we walked across the street to <a href="http://www.spokaneriverfrontpark.com/">Riverfr</a><a href="http://www.spokaneriverfrontpark.com/">ont Park</a>. It was a really beautiful day. It seemed like everyone was out to enjoy the sun and warm weather. Girls were sunbathing on the grass, couples walking their dogs, old ladies feeding bread to the ducks in the large pond, little kids soaking themselves in the water fountain, teenagers getting a thrill at watching the river runs its course over the rapids and falls, and you can hear the sound of the merry-go-round just beyond the distance. It was a perfect opportunity to take some photos but both me and Paul forgot our cameras at home. Instead, I had to settle taking pictures with my cell phone, which doesn't have the same quality.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h2f8g9agOnJw4iEC61qXObcY6NxfYA-eLKF5g14D_0Eoj5oHmRDdDQL27oBMc8wcBKPS0B3UGHDltyHooXHTbARwYGGJEZP-VHkHk7_f8Aa074rgzudtNzeMww7Tj03AoNmoHaQAkjg/s1600-h/IMG00119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h2f8g9agOnJw4iEC61qXObcY6NxfYA-eLKF5g14D_0Eoj5oHmRDdDQL27oBMc8wcBKPS0B3UGHDltyHooXHTbARwYGGJEZP-VHkHk7_f8Aa074rgzudtNzeMww7Tj03AoNmoHaQAkjg/s400/IMG00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222998554983812306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d4wCbqsnDzf4g8oghP8QpI2mKWSiZQ36HbQCBT4VNjaYeMBQaXFSCrUEObFL85q5dacLLwtOKOvsNM4GgTs4-f7NazJEdqefcZ4bm2RFT2n-U5syx926O3tiJFAOQvxIyoGgSXt6kXo/s1600-h/IMG00120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d4wCbqsnDzf4g8oghP8QpI2mKWSiZQ36HbQCBT4VNjaYeMBQaXFSCrUEObFL85q5dacLLwtOKOvsNM4GgTs4-f7NazJEdqefcZ4bm2RFT2n-U5syx926O3tiJFAOQvxIyoGgSXt6kXo/s400/IMG00120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222998814134875314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paul, Harue and Anthony. It was so hot at the park that the shirts had to come off.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><br />Later on, we made our final stop at <a href="http://www.northtownmall.com/">Northtown Mall</a> before heading back to Pullman during the drive at sunset.<br /><br />After a long day, we finally got settled at home and chilled. What a better way to relax than to sip on some <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gin_and_tonic">gin & tonic</a> and a few rounds of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rum">rum</a> shots.d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-4634298615724452692008-07-13T21:18:00.000-07:002008-07-14T15:55:05.011-07:00Essentials: Week #28<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Currently, these things are awesome to me:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJd4ILzfRQAO_jLigQg1Idn5lwNIgtBehHX7Ehutt2p5qpqN8BlTE8ZXuq0rFHvqDulfYwpo9-SJjKJzYsbsl6b8LJqakv0KJE7mlk5j2oOY6BUksO3F6hAusp_o-iOOzxIZrYucvwNo/s1600-h/dylan_mei_blog_071308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJd4ILzfRQAO_jLigQg1Idn5lwNIgtBehHX7Ehutt2p5qpqN8BlTE8ZXuq0rFHvqDulfYwpo9-SJjKJzYsbsl6b8LJqakv0KJE7mlk5j2oOY6BUksO3F6hAusp_o-iOOzxIZrYucvwNo/s400/dylan_mei_blog_071308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222732216538257298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mei </span>- Haha...I had to put her on here. Well, she's <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> going to be awesome and it doesn't take her to be on this list for her to prove it to me. Anyway, for those who don't know, Mei is my lovely girlfriend who I started a relationship with this past April. How we began dating is <span style="font-style: italic;">actually</span> an interesting story altogether. Can't wait to go visit her on the 25th!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgDwKME5x6L7re2973OQ4DVgV1b-m3llayTHoxZqEuq8rw03zNEZXisiBsZ7YIIVM5K7cjf-3OElMvtq7G1Lm5tH2vYeWbcT7YoqX4_Oc4PUUWR7Nu77lxqAVcM96Xrhi8nbK7F-tpZI/s1600-h/nutella_blog_071308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgDwKME5x6L7re2973OQ4DVgV1b-m3llayTHoxZqEuq8rw03zNEZXisiBsZ7YIIVM5K7cjf-3OElMvtq7G1Lm5tH2vYeWbcT7YoqX4_Oc4PUUWR7Nu77lxqAVcM96Xrhi8nbK7F-tpZI/s400/nutella_blog_071308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222733206726523090" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.nutellausa.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nutella</span></a> - Seriously, this thing is so damn addicting! This hazelnut-based sweet spread created by the Italian company called <a href="http://www.ferrero.com/eng/index.html">Ferrero</a> in the 1940s has made me eating it multiple times a day. Goes damn well with English muffins. Although the makers of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutella">Nutella</a> deny it, scientific studies have shown that one of the key ingredients is <span style="font-style: italic;">crack cocaine</span>. Ok, I made that up, there's no crack in the creamy hazelnut spread, but it seemed plausible as I typed. And I thought I might get a laugh. What can I say, I just love the stuff. Can't stop eating it. Must have some now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuCJeQiMCvI7NUnE3oDUVtnxJ0NLZ6lZZPE3kyiNaVk-UXCFR3YQta4Cv6OWtkFP1ISHjvL4_Xb4tEsZVYM-3nK4uqvHJNCq3nOJWfl_F26ewlwDYFBgxyKoz_zAwc9glIRc5-HECxmo/s1600-h/kickass_blog_071308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtuCJeQiMCvI7NUnE3oDUVtnxJ0NLZ6lZZPE3kyiNaVk-UXCFR3YQta4Cv6OWtkFP1ISHjvL4_Xb4tEsZVYM-3nK4uqvHJNCq3nOJWfl_F26ewlwDYFBgxyKoz_zAwc9glIRc5-HECxmo/s400/kickass_blog_071308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222732499092499906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kick-Ass #3</span> - I just got done reading <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kick-Ass">Kick-Ass</a> issue #3 a few hours ago. For those who don't know, Kick-Ass is the latest title from writer <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Millar">Mark Millar</a>’s creator-owned Millarworld line of comics. It's a look at a real world superhero, in a real world. Ever wondered what it would be like to put on a costume and fight crime? It doesn’t take your parents getting shot, getting yourself bitten by a radioactive insect, being a descendant of an alien world, or cosmic rays or a power ring…just the perfect combination of loneliness and despair. Can't wait for issue #4 coming out in August!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3uACSVHdjdtJkxRQGvwQNyCau5yVHnb6GyQc5kFDZfd1ZbKsUFnYlz32CfJYJEiB9vqhb5kmiYSDuj3s2yqYQMI2lTynb5Kh656dfd2cv-KtBoMsXI2Mn62gduRMk7nn4HgUpTHcZTY/s1600-h/blackberry_pearl_071308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3uACSVHdjdtJkxRQGvwQNyCau5yVHnb6GyQc5kFDZfd1ZbKsUFnYlz32CfJYJEiB9vqhb5kmiYSDuj3s2yqYQMI2lTynb5Kh656dfd2cv-KtBoMsXI2Mn62gduRMk7nn4HgUpTHcZTY/s400/blackberry_pearl_071308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222732624306558162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blackberry Pearl</span> - Yeah, I've had my <a href="http://www.blackberry.com/blackberrypearl.shtml">Blackberry Pearl</a> cell phone for quite some time now and I still can't stop raving about how much I love it. Three words to describe it. Small, smart, and stylish. To me, my Blackberry Pearl is damn sexy. The device handles quite a lot of tasks for me while I'm on the run. However, at the moment, I kind of got my eyes on the new <a href="http://www.blackberry.com/blackberrybold/">Blackberry Bold</a> and flirted with the possibilities of moving onto it. But then, I also have an infatuation for the upcoming 3G <a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/">iPhone</a>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-46126168801033434142008-07-09T22:50:00.000-07:002008-07-10T01:40:04.479-07:00The Northwest's premier food festival<a href="http://www.biteofseattle.com/home/default.aspx"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The 2008 Bite of Seattle!</span></span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfr65qcpLous0iT_CtRxyBBioVYZnIs8qqk_NbMncd6YAvvQbhzLVFWP3GhGR101pxdJZ57Yb3W7wYd7DZAHXvqyBOlAhDYNqX2P8lVvH4RVfTS54CzWslvQfPGM2kh_QfC785eF1ujo/s1600-h/bite+of+seattle+2008.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfr65qcpLous0iT_CtRxyBBioVYZnIs8qqk_NbMncd6YAvvQbhzLVFWP3GhGR101pxdJZ57Yb3W7wYd7DZAHXvqyBOlAhDYNqX2P8lVvH4RVfTS54CzWslvQfPGM2kh_QfC785eF1ujo/s200/bite+of+seattle+2008.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221295053017504610" border="0" /></a>For those who don't know, <a href="http://www.biteofseattle.com/home/default.aspx">The Bite of Seattle</a> is an annual food festival that takes place over three days in July a at the <a href="http://www.seattlecenter.com/">Seattle Center</a>, here in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington">Seattle</a>. <p>Founded by Alan Silverman, the president of Festivals, Inc., the first festival was held in 1982 at <a href="http://www.seattle.gov/Parks/park_detail.asp?id=307">Green Lake</a>, with 25 restaurants participating and 75,000 in attendance. In 2003, there were 60 restaurants participating with over 450,000 visitors.</p><p>Anyway, we're almost a week away from the festival and hopefully those in the Seattle area can make it out for some great food, delightful live entertainment, fun activities and warm summer weather. I don't think I will be able to make it to the festival this year but from years past, my experiences at the Bite of Seattle had always been a heap loads of fun. Seriously, how can you resist sampling all of those delightful food from some of the finest restaurants in Seattle?</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqQEGOZmcb6AQOh1VHXgjqT7buuzR6YlAnCret4WADLJY6_18eoLmQ2CW05wGJMto4k3BUl_sC51AMDob3Hlvf8-XmnSn-ZfwhVA69OFQu5KNvnlD0rDQPgjjR36O0XgKeCMFVbdD3N0/s1600-h/bite+of+seattle+2007+scene.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqQEGOZmcb6AQOh1VHXgjqT7buuzR6YlAnCret4WADLJY6_18eoLmQ2CW05wGJMto4k3BUl_sC51AMDob3Hlvf8-XmnSn-ZfwhVA69OFQu5KNvnlD0rDQPgjjR36O0XgKeCMFVbdD3N0/s400/bite+of+seattle+2007+scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221301693437634834" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span><span class="g_redheader"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">July 18, 19 and 20, 2008</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span><span class="g_redheader"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >FREE ADMISSION</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF-8&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&q=center&near=Seattle,+WA&fb=1&cid=0,0,5130369274321325682&sa=X&oi=local_result&resnum=1&ct=image"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LOCATION:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Seattle Center</span></a> </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">FESTIVAL HOURS:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday & Saturday 11 a.m. - 9 p.m.Sunday 11 a.m. - 8 p.m.</span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" > </span>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-11116997617124412542008-07-08T08:38:00.000-07:002008-07-09T00:05:55.519-07:00Some fresh beats!<span style="font-weight: bold;">My Top 10 Favorite Songs from the 1980's</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhydiyHe-cLGb6IlKsV1fXq_uQA5qbXRWDfhCxq2mxAyWxQfiiR7HrBEexruJSIe-rAvtNudAic2kXFF8giMT0FFO5o2dfQAyq5an0KOEh8E3GBJxzC2APmeqYP_QghZeW6YYXNy-F2Oc/s1600-h/pet-shop-boys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhydiyHe-cLGb6IlKsV1fXq_uQA5qbXRWDfhCxq2mxAyWxQfiiR7HrBEexruJSIe-rAvtNudAic2kXFF8giMT0FFO5o2dfQAyq5an0KOEh8E3GBJxzC2APmeqYP_QghZeW6YYXNy-F2Oc/s200/pet-shop-boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220905362533514850" border="0" /></a>Being born in the early <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1980s">1980's</a>, I grew up having an <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.inthe80s.com/dynamic/child16.shtml">80's childhood</a>. <strong style="font-weight: normal;">I was old enough during the 80's to truly appreciate and remember it all but not old enough to be cynical about all the crazy stuff we did. Anyway, the 1980's also brought about some memorable songs that I find myself listening to on my <a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/">iPod</a> and rediscovering. I was perhaps really young during this decade, but they are songs I had a liking for at a young age and somehow they still linger with me in my adult age as if their beats were fresh from yesterday.<br /><br />Here are <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> ten most favorite songs from the 1980's in numerical order:<br /></strong><ol><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_unHjRntc9I">The Promise <span style="font-size:78%;">by WHEN IN ROME</span></a></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XJfKyHR5-1M">If You Leave <span style="font-size:78%;">by OMD</span></a></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=OcWspfgk9c8">Lady In Red <span style="font-size:78%;">by CHRIS DE BURGH</span></a><br /></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-cme2q0N7nM">I Wanna Be Adored <span style="font-size:78%;">BY THE STONE ROSES</span></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=w77T0AncLKo">Bizarre Love Triangle <span style="font-size:78%;">by NEW ORDER</span></a></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uBLGlb-MOGg">Drive <span style="font-size:78%;">by THE CARS</span></a></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yEfSnjL0pd8">With Or Without You <span style="font-size:78%;">by U2</span></a></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uAHfoIfo_7A">West End Girl<span><span> </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">by PET SHOP BOYS</span></a></span></li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=kGnjrTkv1gs">This Charming Man<span> <span style="font-size:78%;">by THE SMITHS</span></span></a></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KuR9_kWJZgU">Missing You</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KuR9_kWJZgU"> <span style="font-size:78%;">by JOHN WAITE</span></a></span><br /></span></span></li></ol>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-52209439383820794722008-07-03T13:04:00.000-07:002008-07-03T13:48:35.407-07:00The plethora of summer heat<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGhY_S0GYEO0Sxz7_ZSdEw3GN6PgE8jtE-DcUCjP2PCWHGkjpMQvUslbYVrzwpzmJ_yswZMmRPz8k1rkpCv4FDngx7CHVXCBKgZ3KiuvH2XfTmQQjLOYdd9uQrQyLc48aBWocrvrCF-g/s1600-h/20080422021026_dylan+and+yumi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGhY_S0GYEO0Sxz7_ZSdEw3GN6PgE8jtE-DcUCjP2PCWHGkjpMQvUslbYVrzwpzmJ_yswZMmRPz8k1rkpCv4FDngx7CHVXCBKgZ3KiuvH2XfTmQQjLOYdd9uQrQyLc48aBWocrvrCF-g/s400/20080422021026_dylan+and+yumi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218888889871004002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">A photo shot of me and my friend Yumi by my buddy<a href="http://brianschen.com/"> Brian</a> earlier in the summer when the weather wasn't quite so hot.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><br />Today, here in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman,_Washington">Pullman</a>, the expected temperature is suppose to be somewhere as high as the mid-90 degrees Fahrenheit. Shit, the past few days have been pretty sweltering and I'm not sure about you, but when the temperature begins to rise and I find myself shedding so much sweat, I begin to feel this sense of lag, not laziness, but lag. I guess it's a sign that my body is being <a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/dehydration/article.htm">dehydrated</a> from all of that intense heat and that I need to carefully hydrate myself with more liquids so that my body can replenish itself.<br /><br />Just a few moments ago, I happen to have stepped outside my apartment and this sudden and immense blanket of heat simply just forced itself upon me. I felt the impact of summer heat overwhelming the surface of my skin and the slow penetration of warmth throughout my body. Before minutes could be counted, my body already had began shedding drops of sweat and I seriously realized how engulfed we all are.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm heading over to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington">Seattle</a> later today with my friend <span style="font-weight: bold;">Paul</span> and my room mates <span style="font-weight: bold;">Harue</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Anthony</span>. I heard there's some thunder showers on the other end of the state. Perhaps a little rain and a swift cooling in weather is something I need. It'll be refreshing and a desirable change of environment. Spending the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independence_Day_%28United_States%29">4th of July</a> weekend in Seattle will be exciting just like years prior.<br /><br />Right now, I'm just lounging in my bedroom, listening to Jack Johnson and waiting for Paul to get off from work so that we can grab a bite of food (leftovers from last night's barbecue) and head out.<br /><br />Can't wait to see <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mei</span>...<br /><br />Well, if I happen to not have time to post on here (since my schedule will be packed) tomorrow, have a wonderful <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independence_Day_%28United_States%29">4th of July</a> everyone!d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-22941126157485306992008-07-02T17:51:00.000-07:002008-07-02T18:45:04.878-07:00Seattle Supersonics Officially Relocating to Oklahoma City<span style="font-weight: bold;">We are OFFICIALLY...NBA-less in Seattle.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7xwIhVex892YcEnikth4yQPwJsRb3I3Tslio9oyjuaFSO5YfUehvawWQo9nLBAgc8dNEGBgWoKGlS8nJpO-0rI0oYqxIHDtev13pw3VO9jMz_5_iCCNwWP7AjS3WoSNrtr7XR7RI1rg/s1600-h/Seattle-Supersonics-Photograph-C12270850.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7xwIhVex892YcEnikth4yQPwJsRb3I3Tslio9oyjuaFSO5YfUehvawWQo9nLBAgc8dNEGBgWoKGlS8nJpO-0rI0oYqxIHDtev13pw3VO9jMz_5_iCCNwWP7AjS3WoSNrtr7XR7RI1rg/s200/Seattle-Supersonics-Photograph-C12270850.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218595962080487954" border="0" /></a>Just minutes ago, it was announced that current <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_Supersonics">Seattle Supersonics</a> owner <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clayton_Bennett">Clay Bennett</a> has officially began the relocating process of moving the <a href="http://www.nba.com/">NBA</a> team from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington">Seattle</a> and to his hometown of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:OKC_Skyline_from_OK_river.jpg">Oklahoma City</a>.<br /><br />The Supersonics will move to Oklahoma City for the 2008-09 season as part of a <a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/basketball/369313_trial03.html">settlement</a> with the city of Seattle, ending a contentious relationship that resulted in a <a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/basketball/369313_trial03.html">trial</a> in which the judge was due to issue her ruling Wednesday. <p>The settlement calls for Sonics owner Clay Bennett and the Professional Basketball Club LLC to pay up to $75 million to the city in exchange for the immediate termination of the KeyArena lease between the NBA team and the city.</p><p>The team's name, legacy and colors will be staying in Seattle.</p>After 41 years of some triumphs and some heartaches, Seattle is saying farewell to a team.<br /><br />Thank you Seattle Supersonics and the community of supporters for those 41 years.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EW19D4qXStI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EW19D4qXStI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seattle Supersonics intro at Key Arena at the 1996 NBA Finals.</span></span><br /></div><p></p>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-27751695138291696902008-04-01T01:42:00.000-07:002008-04-02T17:00:48.265-07:00Dylan Returns<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-r6dG3rT-0qcmJNDRF_Ncr3mNCsKXnf66DnHGDcYxjomBDtomfvjc_XwxkBiXO_BnzZS90XsboF4v6USK5lVn7GdR43mtMUhIrjVk0eAKJNVQzWGONGWBEPgTI-72btjf6QP78Ma2Rk/s1600-h/airport.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-r6dG3rT-0qcmJNDRF_Ncr3mNCsKXnf66DnHGDcYxjomBDtomfvjc_XwxkBiXO_BnzZS90XsboF4v6USK5lVn7GdR43mtMUhIrjVk0eAKJNVQzWGONGWBEPgTI-72btjf6QP78Ma2Rk/s400/airport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184799055011872610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photography by <a href="http://brianschen.com/">Brian S. Chen</a> & post-processing by me.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://litdylan.blogspot.com">Lost In Translation</a> is back!<br /><br /></span>After over a month, I've finally returned to the helm of my blog...<br /> and I've <span style="font-style: italic;">got</span> some stories...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div></div></div>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-488956584847141902008-02-26T00:58:00.000-08:002008-02-27T01:21:47.622-08:00If I lay here, if I just lay here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8kthCoBsxIf-kBlThmYj-QNf_cp9_RFLKHlu95L_Mowq9M8zU_uS8tsegBOGQ1DFE5n3Dd77rgn4YoHsb1UJVZBu7M7KnlDu9iD5P-ieEQc7wB6lEV740RlZKRXsv5ReKsFjy_CPlVA/s1600-h/cherry+blossoms.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8kthCoBsxIf-kBlThmYj-QNf_cp9_RFLKHlu95L_Mowq9M8zU_uS8tsegBOGQ1DFE5n3Dd77rgn4YoHsb1UJVZBu7M7KnlDu9iD5P-ieEQc7wB6lEV740RlZKRXsv5ReKsFjy_CPlVA/s200/cherry+blossoms.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171585657847808514" border="0" /></a>The sun is showing a little more often now, but it isn't exactly spring yet. On early mornings waiting at the bus stop, or even at the late stretches of night when I'm fumbling with friends as we walk out of the bar, the coldness of winter still lingers around like as if it isn't ready to depart on its own will. For a change, the snow has said its last goodbyes, but to only lure in the rain in its place. I'm still afraid its going to snow just one last time, but that's just me fearing things that never materialize. It'll be quite soon once more before I finally start to gather those inevitable feelings that always arrive when you begin to sense that spring is in the air. The kind that slowly and carefully brushes upon you and finally envelopes you in one leap of yearning embrace.<br /><br />...the feelings of youthful naiveness, the vibrancy of wanting to live forever, letting loose like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_candle">roman candles</a> in the night's sky...<br /><br />...the climactic emotions that comes with making eye contact with the coy girl in the garden through sheer accidental timing...<br /><br />... and the perfect symmetry in thoughts when finding yourself standing underneath a whirlwind of cherry blossoms.<br /><br />Spring isn't here yet. I know it, but I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">waiting</span>. Its been dawning on me that this time of year is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_House_Painters">Red House Painters</a> season. Been listening to a lot of them lately when no one's around, so I can blast it up to mid volume on my <a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodclassic/">iPod</a> with headphones and lay on the bedroom floor, staring up at the ceiling and window like a late winter dreamer ( the way it should be with that kind of music).<br /><p><br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2enCQUG90q86Orj6Tbw7cTUU-ZO96jJ5ASfL_Xe175A2cjsRlpTqWN2Rv4M3s6HLhBVjJLq1CWvtm4TG3N-WXCCQ8B21U8I5W46RgDoHzpcJDotZzrJ5ayOncDITvaIRxSmvCaOFJhQ4/s1600-h/san+francisco.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2enCQUG90q86Orj6Tbw7cTUU-ZO96jJ5ASfL_Xe175A2cjsRlpTqWN2Rv4M3s6HLhBVjJLq1CWvtm4TG3N-WXCCQ8B21U8I5W46RgDoHzpcJDotZzrJ5ayOncDITvaIRxSmvCaOFJhQ4/s200/san+francisco.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171585816761598482" border="0" /></a>My mind has been drifting towards <span style="font-style: italic;">elsewhere</span> except for <span style="font-style: italic;">here</span> lately. A little bit of it is looking westwards past the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cascade_Range">Cascades</a> and some more of it looking southwards towards <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco">San Francisco</a>. I think it's because of the lack of chilly sunset walks on the beach and the smell of evergreen or even the taste of fresh seafood thats throwing me off. Its going to be almost 30 months at the end of February since I've moved here from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington">Seattle</a>. It's strange to think I've been living here in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman,_Washington">Pullman</a> for 3 years now. For most of my waking life, I only knew Seattle as a home and was happy when on a whim I decided to move east to Pullman and attend <a href="http://www.wsu.edu/">Washington State University</a>. I have no regrets, but eventually I'll need to see the seasons again and allow myself to be bitter at the weather taking too long of a time to transpire into spring and <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> at anyone/anything else.<br /></p><p>Thoughts keep biting at me right at this moment...</p>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-74482762484165324382008-02-20T04:59:00.000-08:002008-02-20T05:49:23.491-08:004:59am...Glancing at the clock, I stumble at the notion that I should be entirely in bed by now. However, I'm not. I'm finding myself sitting here at the dining table underneath what appears to be the loneliest set of illuminated lighting to be found in the entire apartment at the moment. And here is me sitting alone only to be a compliment to the atmosphere of this early morning restlessness . Daring to take a second glance, it finally jumps at me that it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">4:59am</span> and that I am coming to grips of becoming fully aware that <span style="font-style: italic;">I am</span> a part-time insomniac.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ7SI88Wu2w4oe0fFCYzoF9Svh-deEMlnra71NX3nuXAtqiDwhOmfCYnZnSUANXvPq0BdGYPPox-wMxClOzD3XE9Mqqe9KJSgt5_Y7JLrRz7zCFxE8l0OD1zmaCPUb2b5f1_JUNEDHhg/s1600-h/459am_clock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ7SI88Wu2w4oe0fFCYzoF9Svh-deEMlnra71NX3nuXAtqiDwhOmfCYnZnSUANXvPq0BdGYPPox-wMxClOzD3XE9Mqqe9KJSgt5_Y7JLrRz7zCFxE8l0OD1zmaCPUb2b5f1_JUNEDHhg/s200/459am_clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169058902817767906" border="0" /></a>By definition, an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insomnia">insomniac</a> is someone who is characterized by persistent difficulties in falling asleep or staying asleep despite the opportunity that is granted to them. For the most part, it is also typically followed by functional impairment while they are awake. Well, for me, I consider myself only <span style="font-style: italic;">part-time</span> in this sleeping disorder because it's not persistent so to speak. I <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> have nights where I am sleeping perfectly normal without any obstructions affecting me. And it's <span style="font-style: italic;">also</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">only</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">sometimes</span> that I'm awake and struck with realization that I'm functionally impaired.<br /><br />Perhaps, all of what I just said is just bullshit coming from a <span style="font-style: italic;">part-time insomniac</span> (like me) who really just doesn't want to go to bed, but rather has some internal revelry in spending endless odd hours attempting to defy sleep and squeeze in as much more hour in a day than it is naturally possible. Or maybe I have <span style="font-style: italic;">other</span> intentions.<br /><br />Well, since I am conveniently up (as oppose to being in bed), I clearly think I will go for a morning jog to make myself sweat, ...to make myself tired, ...to make myself lose some of this energy that's keeping myself awake,...to make myself become cold in order to yearn for the comforts of a warm bed,...and to figure out everything else that I need to make out of myself...<br /><br />...at <span style="font-weight: bold;">5:28am</span>.<br /><br />Fuck. it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">5:29am</span> now.d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-53818763911499765692008-02-15T03:38:00.000-08:002008-02-19T03:26:50.105-08:00February 14th came and went<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >If you think about it (<span style="font-style: italic;">well, this is what I think anyways</span>), <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day">Valen</a></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day">tine's Day</a> seems to be a little too over-rated. Don't you agree? I mean, the <span style="font-style: italic;">perfect</span> card, the <span style="font-style: italic;">perfect</span> gif</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >t, the <span style="font-style: italic;">perfect</span> date...<br /><br />Seriously, for those who are already attached to someone, isn't there already enough pressure in relationships? And do we really have to add more to this pressure b</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >y trying to live up to some romantic ideal on Valentine's Day? I dunno. Perhaps you can disagre</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >e w</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >ith me on what I said but it is no lie that Valentine's Day have become increasingly commercialized throughout the years</span>. <span style=";font-family:Verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >In fact, more often we seem to have our love measured by wh</span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">at we buy. Yeah, buying gifts for someone you love is always fun and creative, but</span> t</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >his is not what love is all about. Love is much more complex than flowers and chocolates.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span><br /><br />If you wish, buy that card or those flowers, but also keep in mind that this is not a <span style="font-style: italic;">maker</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">breaker</span> of a relationship. Better yet, show the person you love and place them in consideration on the other 364 days in the year. It will make a greater impact on the relationship than simply aligning yourself on just one single day in February. Anyway, that's what I th</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>ink and feel free to disagree with me.</span></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span><br />So you're wondering, just what exactly did Dylan do on Valentine's Day this year? Well, unlike last year, I'm not attached to someone and a Valentine's Day plan was not des</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>troyed by some stupid fight with the girlfriend over ridiculous stuff. Instead, this year </span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>I'm single and there really wasn't any plans at all. In fact, I actually spent a good part of it studying for a midterm and eating some Valentine's Day treats given to me from <a href="http://ameblo.jp/xnsmile/">Ning</a> and Sayano.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8TpMEgnzrKv6R68XO5041EbEFD7BBsWbL0TwVEBp3M1KId9U-_MuJMDaqZQ0bk6pxqreY5KKPq-iuChJSjhBvoviK6mXUuGh_MKYqKg2BPGt8RJ175luUsfjRO01FYdfgU5_MHvBwRM/s1600-h/valentine's+day+cards.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8TpMEgnzrKv6R68XO5041EbEFD7BBsWbL0TwVEBp3M1KId9U-_MuJMDaqZQ0bk6pxqreY5KKPq-iuChJSjhBvoviK6mXUuGh_MKYqKg2BPGt8RJ175luUsfjRO01FYdfgU5_MHvBwRM/s400/valentine's+day+cards.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168639872923468178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Valentine's Day cards I made for Ning & Harue.<br /></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Before heading on to campus in the morning, I whipped up some omelets and blueberry pancakes for <a href="http://ameblo.jp/xnsmile/">Ning</a> & <a href="http://hahaharue.blogspot.com/">Harue</a>. I felt that I was running a little late and so I skipped out on making food for myself and simply indulged my hunger in a breakfast of vending machine chips and soda.<br /></div></div><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>The rest of the evening I spent with my female roomies and two guy </span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>friends who happened to drop by. All of us presided over a delicious dinner that <a href="http://hahaharue.blogspot.com/">Harue</a> prepared as well as lots of desserts and two fine bottles of wine amongst the five of us. All in all, it was a low-ke</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span><span>y, but yet a cozy, warm and relaxing evening.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae3AlMShIcnqjLBD_mvvOxHQdZm07o8yzICfk7vaMkw-8WP_J5gHEi6DpsjU3l5bnfs830TupOTg_TYtFmAlqNdWua4QI96YkgErS9vQUzPR8HH-PJvHz_2rWvXRXveB_RWiM1iNhP0M/s1600-h/vday+dinner+by+harue.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae3AlMShIcnqjLBD_mvvOxHQdZm07o8yzICfk7vaMkw-8WP_J5gHEi6DpsjU3l5bnfs830TupOTg_TYtFmAlqNdWua4QI96YkgErS9vQUzPR8HH-PJvHz_2rWvXRXveB_RWiM1iNhP0M/s400/vday+dinner+by+harue.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168650979708895682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Images of Valentine's day dinner this year prepared by my roomie Harue.</span></span><br /></div>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-89344387206022303112008-02-13T14:23:00.000-08:002008-02-14T03:29:14.647-08:00Three's Company<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTUXyhF7Ba6g3Na8CdxnKf-9IhlLXxUrpZiuo9GOOygZxIjk3bCDOz2Jf9BD5o0u9k2n0yhvIGKJU4CAUd_TUYjjBk7Uuw6RyzuGSnZxooj4QjSRqHuW-0PMfOif4miOFjNyFWGyKDfg/s1600-h/polaroid+dylan+roomies+2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTUXyhF7Ba6g3Na8CdxnKf-9IhlLXxUrpZiuo9GOOygZxIjk3bCDOz2Jf9BD5o0u9k2n0yhvIGKJU4CAUd_TUYjjBk7Uuw6RyzuGSnZxooj4QjSRqHuW-0PMfOif4miOFjNyFWGyKDfg/s400/polaroid+dylan+roomies+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166749842500092290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">me, Harue and Ning</span></span></span><br /></div><br />Most of you might have already known that last semester here at <a href="http://www.wsu.edu/">Washington State University</a> (<span style="font-style: italic;">from August thru December</span>), I was living with Kelly, <a href="http://hahaharue.blogspot.com/">Harue</a> and <a href="http://anthony-nguyen.blogspot.com/">Anthony</a>. I mentioned about this way back in my <a href="http://litdylan.blogspot.com/2007/11/fantastic-4.html">Nov. 30, 2007 post</a>. And then in my <a href="http://litdylan.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-girls-and-guy.html">December 15, 2007 post</a>, I talked about how things have changed and that I'll be living with <span style="font-style: italic;">only</span> two girls starting January 2008. Remember that?<br /><br />Well anyway, as of now...here I am living with two awesome girls, <a href="http://hahaharue.blogspot.com/">Harue</a> and <a href="http://ameblo.jp/xnsmile/">Ning</a>. They <span style="font-weight: bold;">both</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">indeed</span> are very sweet, smart, lovely and always fun to hang out with and I <span style="font-style: italic;">do </span>enjoy their company.<br /><br />And that's why before I go to sleep every night, I always take the quiet moment to thank the lord for this blessing that I've received.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you lord! Oh how you have blessed me with this brilliant adornment of dual female companionship!</span><br /><br />Hahahaha...I'm just kidding about the last two sentences, but I truly am glad I'm living with both of them right now. Aside from the friendship and the companionship, it also gives me a chance to learn and explore the female psych much more in-depth and it also allows me to better understand how I am with females, how they react to me and especially provides me with knowledge of <span style="font-style: italic;">what women want</span>.<br /><br />Then again, as much as I do know about women (sort of)...I still get confused about the gender type known as "females" (yes, I <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> get confused about you females, sometimes!). <span style="font-style: italic;">What do you women in this world want from me?</span> Just kidding. So yeah, I'm no expert on the female gender-type (perhaps one day?), BUT I've learned quite a tremendous deal about them (thanks to living with you females). However, I'll always be dumbfounded now and then.<br /><br />Anyway, life isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">too</span> bad being the only male bachelor in the household. My living situation kind of reminds me of that old television sitcom <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three%27s_Company">Three's Company</a>...except we're not Caucasians living in the late 70's-early 80's and there's no <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Roper">Stanley Roper</a> living below our apartment.<br />But yeah,<br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> Come and knock on our door..... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> We've been waiting for you...... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Three's company too.</span> </span></span>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-8479428408357484032008-02-07T05:45:00.000-08:002008-02-07T17:59:42.509-08:00Happy Chinese New Year!I just wanna wish everyone prosperity, longevity and lots and LOTS of happiness.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUcm7G6eMMl4goiEz0RaUq3lHkWsQ-afIqvYpJyCEfo2v3H6-VdVaVwyBwj8v0i7zl4W1ZPn1GcxBlAfkY7JnqzGLWd6kOCh5hw6krLzTDG4FXx2hs16UAVHuHQ3qRFD4nn5KlD5smuM/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+2008+dylan.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUcm7G6eMMl4goiEz0RaUq3lHkWsQ-afIqvYpJyCEfo2v3H6-VdVaVwyBwj8v0i7zl4W1ZPn1GcxBlAfkY7JnqzGLWd6kOCh5hw6krLzTDG4FXx2hs16UAVHuHQ3qRFD4nn5KlD5smuM/s400/chinese+new+year+2008+dylan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164260885802587330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Year of the Rat<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Scenes from Thailand:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyS2zY8aF4suu8in1yCThcEe7g6jPtHcAL_QTW-MGbZkS9GiPh-c6AhDU1NqpqXpHp1gfoB_tFPmzaCirrR_QZ-RwipT5EouhWN6A3_FzWoz8MNWvRl2AsneZoTsMuBq6EsymRZvjnobA/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+bangkok2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyS2zY8aF4suu8in1yCThcEe7g6jPtHcAL_QTW-MGbZkS9GiPh-c6AhDU1NqpqXpHp1gfoB_tFPmzaCirrR_QZ-RwipT5EouhWN6A3_FzWoz8MNWvRl2AsneZoTsMuBq6EsymRZvjnobA/s400/chinese+new+year+bangkok2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164261727616177362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvXU2S61t7TJb4eunds4fINIIk2oxP0XZqkiwAXhwu7FmkgkDrzzHdeO5kEn0AVMfaMlw1Daz3YCLR4MZ7PJIVyVdrSGAEZztCCAuK8XH88O3x0SY71NqwDQF9Vv4MCGJm_WT2Nha01M/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+bangkok+lion+dance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvXU2S61t7TJb4eunds4fINIIk2oxP0XZqkiwAXhwu7FmkgkDrzzHdeO5kEn0AVMfaMlw1Daz3YCLR4MZ7PJIVyVdrSGAEZztCCAuK8XH88O3x0SY71NqwDQF9Vv4MCGJm_WT2Nha01M/s400/chinese+new+year+bangkok+lion+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164423068062651666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinc5ZhBd1s2T_lDv9j6fVcy0DDaG4n1fQKOqYJiVnt0m54vuw_jbMPEXIhnOX-XxMg8jPDx4uWtQWqeWDi7Tx1xaaw2HaUNAjKQxWukPN3X7uNjE3cydkUxCui56euqxI7oifbsExmMxQ/s1600-h/chinese+new+year+bangkok3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinc5ZhBd1s2T_lDv9j6fVcy0DDaG4n1fQKOqYJiVnt0m54vuw_jbMPEXIhnOX-XxMg8jPDx4uWtQWqeWDi7Tx1xaaw2HaUNAjKQxWukPN3X7uNjE3cydkUxCui56euqxI7oifbsExmMxQ/s400/chinese+new+year+bangkok3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164264914481911010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">People celebrating Chinese New Year in the Yaowarat part of Bangkok, Thailand. (photos courtesy of Masashi)</span></span><br /></div>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-57671024771592329932008-02-06T09:57:00.000-08:002008-02-07T05:36:29.974-08:00Realm of the Four BuddhasMy apartment bedroom...the very place of my nightly slumber, occasional late-night studying, solitary relaxation, moments of self-reflection, and conversational lounging, isn't quite anything extraordinary to boast about. The way I've always seen it to be is that it's simply just a temporary place for me to live here in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman,_Washington">Pullman</a> (since 2005) as I continue to pursue what I've got to do here at <a href="http://www.wsu.edu">Washington State University</a>. However, one thing that I do get often is friends and people who've been in my room saying how relaxing, comfortable, peaceful and rejuvenating it is. If you haven't seen or been inside my bedroom, it most certainly can be described as very modern & Asian.<br /><br />Anyway, I think from time to time, I'll showcase some aspects and bits of my bedroom. For now, I'll leave you with images of my four <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddha">Buddhas</a> that you can find in different spots of my bedroom...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFiQTZ5CWJXzO-HsndvGbCh7plozPcBa72pvDL6QSL3k0EYomZ6Af_NIwUzi1E9uFQxmqDzxjlxqOsi4WzeA6qhnTc3zFtduD8m1TXvYw9TcmYEG4uEN5PdFowFFApeFexPEX0mMCwo4/s1600-h/realm+of+the+four+buddhas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFiQTZ5CWJXzO-HsndvGbCh7plozPcBa72pvDL6QSL3k0EYomZ6Af_NIwUzi1E9uFQxmqDzxjlxqOsi4WzeA6qhnTc3zFtduD8m1TXvYw9TcmYEG4uEN5PdFowFFApeFexPEX0mMCwo4/s400/realm+of+the+four+buddhas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164205463544599730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dylan's bedroom, also known as "Realm of the Four Buddhas"...just kidding.</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">From top going clockwise:</span></span><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;">A high relief carving of an Adorned <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people">Khmer</a> Buddha head, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angkor_Wat">Angkor Wat</a> style of 12th century A.D. This one is placed on top of one of my bookshelves where it receives brilliant lighting.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Small jade <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gandhara">Gandharan</a> style Buddha meditating on lotus. I like to pretend this is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emerald_Buddha">Emerald Buddha</a>. This one sits right underneath my bonsai tree which kind of gives it the <span style="font-style: italic;">"meditating underneath the banyan tree"</span> look.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laughing_Buddha">Laughing Buddha</a> or Budai statue, is an interpretation of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodhisattva">Bodhisattva</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maitreya">Maitreya</a>. It is considered the predicted Buddha who is supposed to succeed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha">Gautama Buddha</a> in the future. This one is placed prominently in the middle of my desk and faces me and smiles to me everyday whether I'm going online on my laptop or tediously studying.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">The <a href="http://www.onmarkproductions.com/html/nyorai.shtml">Nyorai</a> Buddha. This one sits gracefully on top of my black bookshelf. It is the one most visibly recognized when someone walks into my bedroom.</span><br /></li></ul>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-17057175089815354942008-02-05T08:24:00.000-08:002008-02-05T16:11:33.755-08:00For the girl who couldn't readily get kimchi...So I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> I've been teasing you (<span style="font-style: italic;">you know who you are</span>) quite some time now with all of my talks about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimchi">kimchi</a>...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOZ3Oi2uB9DHJ0Evs_TNJ-9CRp7sGRXX5x300aqOKI4BZbw72IuTAKliOfDw9CBZa_NxHZSU225_EK1DsaeaTe4VZbt6p879nqoqJpYg-buwnhKiyhtnIXSz7hdpdJTKix3rR8Au2MVg/s1600-h/food+for+korbua.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOZ3Oi2uB9DHJ0Evs_TNJ-9CRp7sGRXX5x300aqOKI4BZbw72IuTAKliOfDw9CBZa_NxHZSU225_EK1DsaeaTe4VZbt6p879nqoqJpYg-buwnhKiyhtnIXSz7hdpdJTKix3rR8Au2MVg/s400/food+for+korbua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163535126523876514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dylan's breakfast of steamed jasmine rice, kimchi and pork slices. Of course awaiting Korbua.</span></span></span><br /></div><br />I know it's kind of mean, but I've even included the <a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/110405">Vietnamese pork (gio lua)</a> just for you!<br /><br />Sorry to be mean, but <a href="http://penninguin.blogspot.com/">Korbua</a>...this is me teasin' ya...d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-72240700658777126012008-02-03T10:58:00.000-08:002008-02-04T03:42:12.452-08:003 things on my mind on this Sunday morning<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1st Thing...</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpWvq98dfb0YJNN44XuqUurhnI021r7HvrbSWyeHEq3_87B32sGN2HTRksPypcAxojTUJPtMvN-d03f4iuA4qVdgAIqeJxsPIIqScG0HE1QlvxzFMyU3lS2fFFzcWxVTSE5vmXJXmDW4/s1600-h/steak+and+rice+dinner.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpWvq98dfb0YJNN44XuqUurhnI021r7HvrbSWyeHEq3_87B32sGN2HTRksPypcAxojTUJPtMvN-d03f4iuA4qVdgAIqeJxsPIIqScG0HE1QlvxzFMyU3lS2fFFzcWxVTSE5vmXJXmDW4/s400/steak+and+rice+dinner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163072326617863282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Harue, Anthony, me, Ning, and Brian at the guys' pad last night.</span></span><br /></div><br />Saturday night, my room mates and I decided to just kick it and chill at <a href="http://anthony-nguyen.blogspot.com/">Anthony</a> & <a href="http://brian-chen.blogspot.com/">Brian</a>'s place where I ended up making some dinner for everyone. I went forth with cooking up really flavorful & juicy beef steaks that I marinated using a recipe that I conjured up myself which involves chopped ginger, red wine vinegar and a lot of other stuff.<br /><br />Obviously, I love to cook. Culinary exploration and creation is one of my passions. If you know me, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_cuisine">Thai</a> & <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuisine_of_Vietnam">Vietnamese</a> cuisine is what I mainly cook, but <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_cuisine">Japanese</a> and <span style="font-style: italic;">especially</span> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambodian_cuisine">Cambodian cuisine</a> are my next to explore and conquer. Not too many people know about Cambodian cuisine. It's a world of its own that kind of resembles a blend of Thai, Chinese and Vietnamese, but yet has it's own uniqueness. Cambodian food has stronger flavors than Vietnamese, slightly more subtle than Thai and is not as heavy as Chinese. I personally believe Cambodian cuisine is a hidden gem that is going to be one of the <a href="http://yum.tv/wordpress/?tag=cuisine">next big trendy thing in dining</a>. Oh, by the way, e-mail me if you want the recipe for these steaks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFovQcilyOGfvzMtr0mmhxsDC6W73ZLMDt2Xjd7ezAc4zK4ohPsEoSJgkMSplsmQSI8C1bexOd81SoPKjWqGxuuw3KsT-F3iLuql6-IGHtkI9Ve-8a39TijctfYyUJvxtPA8hfZc3Rzzs/s1600-h/ginger+garlic+steak.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFovQcilyOGfvzMtr0mmhxsDC6W73ZLMDt2Xjd7ezAc4zK4ohPsEoSJgkMSplsmQSI8C1bexOd81SoPKjWqGxuuw3KsT-F3iLuql6-IGHtkI9Ve-8a39TijctfYyUJvxtPA8hfZc3Rzzs/s400/ginger+garlic+steak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163072700280018050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A plate of my steak & rice. I think this is Brian's plate.</span></span><br /></div><br />And like any university students on a weekend night,...we ended up drinking afterwards. We can't help it! It's a given!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">2nd Thing...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Just staring out the window and attempting to study on a cold and lazy day like today, I truly find myself miss living in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington">Seattle</a> and having <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> all-taken-for-granted ability to just drive over to <a href="http://www.cidbia.org/">Chinatown</a> whenever I wanted to and have a steaming bowl of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuyteav">kuyteav</a> at <a href="http://seattle.citysearch.com/profile/10776825/">Phnom Penh Noodle House</a>. When I was living in Seattle, this used to be one of my favorite places to go and have a bite during lunch.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwrCvrurKK1K_Ho2E7Ui8Iz4luN89fdMp4L2O9I_-izLrnndoAc6TNVNmRfOOV7KvA5bG3q94JfGyRDQ_c1XgJmDBOH5YQuH70Rz0v9EaIz1jWtUzrQh5sr8ynP2XYuEC30TdMRUyubc/s1600-h/kuyteav+Phom+Penh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwrCvrurKK1K_Ho2E7Ui8Iz4luN89fdMp4L2O9I_-izLrnndoAc6TNVNmRfOOV7KvA5bG3q94JfGyRDQ_c1XgJmDBOH5YQuH70Rz0v9EaIz1jWtUzrQh5sr8ynP2XYuEC30TdMRUyubc/s400/kuyteav+Phom+Penh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163085529347331218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A yummy bowl of "Kuyteav Phnom Penh" at Phnom Penh Noodle House.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">3rd Thing...</span><br /><br />I had a really fun conversation with a certain someone (you know who you are) earlier this morning. I hope <span style="font-weight: bold;">she</span> was able to find some <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimchi">kimchi</a> close to her office and satisfy her craving, yeah? (laughing).<br /></div></div>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-20992883916846575942008-02-01T16:34:00.000-08:002008-02-04T01:10:26.315-08:00Lets thank the snowstorm for cancelled classes<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzsjMgF2QvnQbjO8JUHmu-iTMK1DukZVW7EM4WAM8BUbGUU_JKegnn_cLbGk9K36JQixan8FzKx_BgwW5EVfg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I decided to go out onto my balcony to film the snowstorm.</span><br /></span></div><br />Going to school here at <a href="http://www.wsu.edu/">Washington State University</a> obviously means that I also have to endure the grueling winter months where <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman,_Washington">Pullman</a> receives days of heavy snowfall in addition to the endless cold winds and freezing nights. Seriously, everything over here can become literally frozen over night. No joke!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSS7t8gLAJqh7UJCJFBFErlDKOpx5wmdKBdEUrngN-av8RsqtvWyRRda6ozsGY4flkubI9jFW0jr-p31-Ox49jL3Rgq-1CM3MACm54SovRODkrEeJZlUkTLZQD6cNqz9ZhF47e8R9w38/s1600-h/pullman_snowlandscape.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSS7t8gLAJqh7UJCJFBFErlDKOpx5wmdKBdEUrngN-av8RsqtvWyRRda6ozsGY4flkubI9jFW0jr-p31-Ox49jL3Rgq-1CM3MACm54SovRODkrEeJZlUkTLZQD6cNqz9ZhF47e8R9w38/s400/pullman_snowlandscape.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163049503161652322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The snowy landscape of the northern part of Pullman from on top of Holland library on campus. (Photo by me)<br /><br /></span></span></div>This past Wednesday, Pullman was hit by a severe snowstorm that lasted into the Friday morning. As a result, we ended up having over a feet of snow, which was rather beneficial to me because the weather condition actually forced the university to cancel classes for both Thursday and Friday. Lately, I've been ranting so negatively about the harsh weather but all of that was subsided when nature had blessed us students with a 4-day weekend.d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-49310238623939995652008-01-30T23:36:00.000-08:002008-01-31T02:37:40.063-08:00The trick is to give them (as in females) curry<span style="font-weight: bold;">Day #1:</span><br />Sitting across the dining table from her last night, while both of us were busy being absorbed in our own personal worlds <span style="font-style: italic;">via</span> online on our laptops, I noticed <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> girl ...the one right across from me... was feelin' a bit sad. Although I was caught up with my own thing, I couldn't help but sense this frustration emanating from her and the conveyance of restless expressions on her face that seem to have caught the corners of my eyes. I go to bed wondering what the hell is wrong...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Day#2:</span><br />So I find out from her what's been really goin' on with herself since for <span style="font-style: italic;">myself</span> curiosity was really placing some low levels of anxiety inside me. Once again, I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">forced</span> beyond my will to play the role of the "<span style="font-style: italic;">nice-guy-friend-that-girls-go-to-for-talks-about-their-problems</span>" guy.<br /><br />Okay, so how do I comfort a girl and attempt to tell her that everything is alright? Umm...what do I do? I end up cooking her a pot of pork & vegetables curry. Spicy enough to make her temporarily forget her worries and yummy enough to turn that frown into a smile. I dunno. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> a big dork. But hey, the smile lit up on her face and my job is done.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwklMEWc3jlP0rxA3mQc1L0TZCurac9jyJYFuQmF_EeL_wvU81OrZ5QwgjAi8G2TT_q-xAYYCQEGMlWqwJWGFFtpBoKa0tyqPvUabjJMgVfNe_OyTXeyk680Ip7XXtjdg-6m6-OML4yk/s1600-h/rice+and+curry.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwklMEWc3jlP0rxA3mQc1L0TZCurac9jyJYFuQmF_EeL_wvU81OrZ5QwgjAi8G2TT_q-xAYYCQEGMlWqwJWGFFtpBoKa0tyqPvUabjJMgVfNe_OyTXeyk680Ip7XXtjdg-6m6-OML4yk/s400/rice+and+curry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161558591164191778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dylan's curry. It temporarily solves all girl's problems. Seriously.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why am I always the one playin' the role of the "<span style="font-style: italic;">nice-guy-friend-that-girls-go-to-for-talks-about-their-problems</span>" guy all the time???<br /><br />Hahahahahahahahaha.......<br /><br />Hrmm...I've got a plan...d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-84665744797089617532008-01-29T21:22:00.000-08:002008-01-29T22:04:18.551-08:00Dylan's January Girl...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Girl for January 2008</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FjFr4m-obdvxV77HkOBvc96UBGbvb1PDUqglAx-igU3YssijBm1NaaHhjqYlx6ELXFg4s2SX5uYkefCMgnchmdf_jJhoTrDBzXZywjAypkwTJZfYHwj0QPAua0qoPiGd0z6756KAXGg/s1600-h/perfectgirl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FjFr4m-obdvxV77HkOBvc96UBGbvb1PDUqglAx-igU3YssijBm1NaaHhjqYlx6ELXFg4s2SX5uYkefCMgnchmdf_jJhoTrDBzXZywjAypkwTJZfYHwj0QPAua0qoPiGd0z6756KAXGg/s400/perfectgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161137972131992594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">By the way, this is<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL FICTIONAL and MADE-UP</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> (None of it is real!):</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Once upon a time at a ski lodge up in Whistler...</span></span><br /><br />Dylan:</span> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Umm...excuse me. So...aren't you going to get really cold by going snowboarding with just shorts and a t-shirt?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">January Girl:</span> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">No. Actually, I just got off the slopes. Simply putting my board away, silly. I'm actually getting ready to jump into the hot tub. I dunno, perhaps a weird question, but you should join me, yeah? Probably think I'm weird huh?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dylan:</span> Errr....ummm...urghh...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">January Girl:</span> By the way, I'm Cindy, what's your name?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dylan:</span> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Umm...my...my...my name is...Cindy. Shit! I meant Dylan. I'm Dylan. I don't spit hot fire. Shit!...umm...pfffff....<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">January Girl:</span> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yeah? You seem awfully nervous Dylan. Hehehe...you're sweating quite a bit there. Are you alright?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dylan: </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Umm...err....umm..uh...Do you like pho?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">January Girl:</span> Excuse me?<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The End</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-62953383112646992582008-01-28T20:18:00.000-08:002008-01-28T20:45:44.895-08:00My impending doom as seen in my friends' dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIm_BC2OEBzUdpeirIH45Sd05LmI3cUGJ11TIYGZoe36LINYo1Yi4cxpCB05dEVqybFsi5umUj79PjmFIJjlIS3M-mMRavq5D8KZcSbcN2g4rvPnqL51IpquhzgYfOrRUarE1lQMYvEow/s1600-h/death.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIm_BC2OEBzUdpeirIH45Sd05LmI3cUGJ11TIYGZoe36LINYo1Yi4cxpCB05dEVqybFsi5umUj79PjmFIJjlIS3M-mMRavq5D8KZcSbcN2g4rvPnqL51IpquhzgYfOrRUarE1lQMYvEow/s200/death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160754775149843410" border="0" /></a>This afternoon as I logged onto my <a href="http://wsu.facebook.com/profile.php?id=27214535">Facebook</a> account, I came across two <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> disturbing wall posts from two of my friends today and both of the messages seem to have this <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> eminently eerie correlation with one another. Can you guess? Check it out...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Kevin's</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> original message to me at </span><small style="font-style: italic;">at 2:06pm:</small><br /><br /><blockquote>" hey remember those dcs that you gave me years back at wherehouse with south, cooper temple clause, black rebel motorcycle club, and whatnot. i was listen to south and cooper temple clause last night and had a fucked up dream that made me wake hoping you're fine. for whatever i'm working and you come in and have trouble making sentences and normal speech. i didn't say anyhting but after you left reesha and stan go on about some accident you had that left you mildly retarded. that was horrible to hear, make bush retarded or soemone who deserves it. distraught i awoke confused and from there laid awake for an hour or so. been in any accidents lately? "<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Rachel's</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> original message to me at </span><small style="font-style: italic;">4:39pm:</small><br /><br /><blockquote>" hey Dylan...sorry I haven't been on MSN lately, work has really got to me in the past few days. Anyway, I hope your doin' alright. This morning as I was driving in Burnaby, I couldn't help but think about this really weird dream I had of you last night. It was strange but we were at your funeral :(<br />you're doing ok, right????? I hope you are. LOL Get on MSN tonight so that I make sure you're not dead! Hahaha j/k...but do get on! "</blockquote><br /><br />All I can say is that when I read both of those messages, I had the worst chills down my spine. Am I <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> doomed? Am I heading towards my final destination...?<br /><br />Nah, can't be right?<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-57179838445305563832008-01-27T19:21:00.000-08:002008-01-27T22:38:33.194-08:00Life as I know it has come to an end...Well, not exactly. Life as I know it isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">entirely</span> coming to an end. Hahahahaha...at least not yet anyways. However, the feeling couldn't have been more apparently felt than last night. <br /><br />I think late last night was so overwhelmingly <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">bad</span> that I even took the necessary liberty to just lock myself in my bedroom today and sleep in all day. To describe late last night? Do I even want to bother? Shit, I don't think I even want to consider listing and analyzing a play-by-play of my downward spiraling into drunken stupor and erratic confessional behaviors. <br /><br />So after a few moments of flip-flopping thoughts, I finally decided that I was going to write to a certain person a letter of apology because I think she was highly annoyed by me and irritated by my temporary pursuit to drink all of Pullman's alcohol dry. I saw it in her face last night as she was sitting across from me. Damn, I think I'll just leave it on her desk tomorrow morning before I head out to class. I hope this letter can bring forth some light of understanding between us and if not, then hell...perhaps life as I know it is <span style="font-style: italic;">indeed</span> slowly coming to an end. Hahaha...d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-90025532384116465902008-01-25T07:11:00.000-08:002008-01-25T14:16:38.815-08:00I love to tease Harue......especially when we're in the library for hours and she's very hungry and wants to go home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7XIizePsYtIwOO4eC5ehanMdgTfjjj-eUJL_SIroYHDTp8jwIk9ANy2xM59G20G73e_QSbJ-WkdaNzucmBLX2y1Q2AoyeXTfE8tzf3Qh5zxpNGTr13-wCM5MdK_Q1Axb6SKFcnXVCxs/s1600-h/going_home_decision_notes.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7XIizePsYtIwOO4eC5ehanMdgTfjjj-eUJL_SIroYHDTp8jwIk9ANy2xM59G20G73e_QSbJ-WkdaNzucmBLX2y1Q2AoyeXTfE8tzf3Qh5zxpNGTr13-wCM5MdK_Q1Axb6SKFcnXVCxs/s400/going_home_decision_notes.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159541498428330930" border="0" /></a><br />I think at <span style="font-weight: bold;">7:52pm</span>, I saw the most saddest face on a girl to ever sit in a library and read a note.d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055939132274876091.post-89139416606389584542008-01-24T01:02:00.000-08:002008-01-24T15:25:22.484-08:00Our creepy-looking snowmanI meant to post this much earlier, but never got around to it. On the night of January 15th, me and Harue became extremely bored and decided to go out into the snow and build ourselves a snowman in the parking lot. I can't remember the last time I even made a snowman...maybe 3 years ago with my ex Kaori or perhaps 4 years ago with my nephew? Can't remember. Anyway, the snowman me and Harue made, we both agreed looked very creepy. Too bad the next morning someone kicked it's head off and was followed up by being driven over by a truck. Poor thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAb64qcLqijBNFcpckhXaDgdO0m_1KwJqVj0xm9qnUang965swgca13pAPAK8J7wPMw8gWAAniVQ6ItxqC6GO10680TW_Z2bLXa6EDNeJzr_o6EpO0x8pTzgY2KHN3qZqumEK_aMTcUhU/s1600-h/snowman_4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAb64qcLqijBNFcpckhXaDgdO0m_1KwJqVj0xm9qnUang965swgca13pAPAK8J7wPMw8gWAAniVQ6ItxqC6GO10680TW_Z2bLXa6EDNeJzr_o6EpO0x8pTzgY2KHN3qZqumEK_aMTcUhU/s200/snowman_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159186588100793170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaszSesZqi07fQziIqyujsR2-LeFDnkV7ju2bKlxept71gtYKAUUwnZfSmxVOxxh7J_Q4xLKdCNcHQpaVX4PdcLrsKcu-CQknAd9UgL6tCI5UjFroCqnyg286E1bA7S3ky774zauPxMM/s1600-h/snowman_3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaszSesZqi07fQziIqyujsR2-LeFDnkV7ju2bKlxept71gtYKAUUwnZfSmxVOxxh7J_Q4xLKdCNcHQpaVX4PdcLrsKcu-CQknAd9UgL6tCI5UjFroCqnyg286E1bA7S3ky774zauPxMM/s200/snowman_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159187429914383234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUGYGwLhrKjJawSEadrSMkzuR57U2Fvpnq5gTAqWEbGi6E1U_z7bpwTL1PPdqDvKlwH8Bq1OVnVdu5ph_dv9RljpHEJHm2sgfaiPbFOrr0NNg13hsv-Whi9fmuk6tyEqpQ0DSSwIRL2Q/s1600-h/snowman_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUGYGwLhrKjJawSEadrSMkzuR57U2Fvpnq5gTAqWEbGi6E1U_z7bpwTL1PPdqDvKlwH8Bq1OVnVdu5ph_dv9RljpHEJHm2sgfaiPbFOrr0NNg13hsv-Whi9fmuk6tyEqpQ0DSSwIRL2Q/s200/snowman_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159187077727064946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHBI6JaWHlhRlKMFS0r5VSLn_WMCz5iw1Tvz-wjgLXvuaR9tDDhwU6VgPKl0LYflXQ4Gnx-j252p4YmIobgy8znQjdTHFGoHlEadaQPS9UBsIlshQyIWjz4DaFsSznHYL2S-IxpHgLhM/s1600-h/snowman_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHBI6JaWHlhRlKMFS0r5VSLn_WMCz5iw1Tvz-wjgLXvuaR9tDDhwU6VgPKl0LYflXQ4Gnx-j252p4YmIobgy8znQjdTHFGoHlEadaQPS9UBsIlshQyIWjz4DaFsSznHYL2S-IxpHgLhM/s200/snowman_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159187799281570706" border="0" /></a>d y l a n t o u c hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737709188210756459noreply@blogger.com2