I've finally added all my subscribers to the protected list. Why protected you ask? Some of my views may upset the sensitive and emotional people among the xanga community. =/

last 100 visitor(map above). looking at the other chart on sitemeter.com, 20 percent of my visitor is from europe, but i dont know anyone from europe, and they visit on a daily basis=/. If you're from europe leave a comment, so i'll know who you are. And i also get tons of visitor from HongKong, dont know how either. Someone recruit me some visitor from Anartica, the only continent where i have no readers.

Something has strucken my windows of agenda for the month of July. It's not the way, I use to see it anymore. Every month is the same routine, I plan things out, and the equipment that would suit my mischievous activitys. On a daily basis since the first day of July, I use to go around in the xanga community writing and reading blog entrys. Xanga to me started to become a virtual reality, when I'm surfing through the blogring. I am greeted with profile pics, with a caption or quote under the image. Usually something like "HI come check out my site" or "~wAtZ iZ ^ h0mI3". I would use to respond verbally to those comments at the computer monitor, but if you're caption was the second childish example. I tend to get uptight and go through a stage of rage,of this teenybopperish font. They're the reason the Advil headache medication sales have boosted in the last 3 years. If you're a teenybopper, please do me a favor and commit suicide by holding your breath. After a long day of searching through blogrings on xanga, I would greet the neighbors outside with "oh boy,I've walked all over town today, and met many exciting girls". They always give me the same repetive response "how the hell is that possible, when your damn car is still sittin in the driveway!". Some people will never understand the fusion of xanga and reality. They're the same exact eye to eye thing. During the duration of 1 week, i've have adapted to the xanga ways. The profile pics, i have up right now acts as a scarecrow. They deter any bloggers out there that tend to give me a headache. Like I was saying, for the remainder of the month of July, I wont be home very often , but I'll still be in the Dallas Fort-Worth metroplex. Its gonna be strange walking around in the mall, I have a strange feeling that some random person may approach me with the following phrase "Random Propz holla back". Since my second hand man(cousin cody) came over from Mississippi, we must go around and commit our sins. By stealing free samples at the sams club and park our cars in the handicap's lot. Please don't comment me telling me to update, because  I wont be home and for the stfu that takes things litterally, no im not xangaly obsessed or am I ?

Ghetto Asian Business

Every community are filled with a few of them, if not there's at least one or two. Either, if you're from the hood, the big city, suburban area, or even the trailer park, you know you got one right behind that pizza parlor. In my early years, my community was filled with it, it seems as if these type of buisiness, out numbered queer guys with bright pink shirts. Now in present times, guys with bright pink shirts definitely, out numbers ghetto asian buisiness in the census bureau, at a ratio of 3 to 1. So many of these buisiness are fading away now days, like a shriveled penis caught in a frosty blizzard. Why do some still exist you ask? Simple, I tell you. It's the people that run them, which primarily consist of asians that recently crossed the pacific ocean on there manualed power canoes. After selling all their grasshuts, rice farms, and kegs of beer, before hittin` america. They are left with a huge sum of cash. There are many ways to distinguish a ghetto asian buisiness, below are the ones i've encountered through out my life. Sure some of these store owners, claim they have a buisiness certificate, but trust me I photoshoped it for them.

Gift shops
When walking into a well developed private buisiness? One is mostly expected to be greeted with, "Welcome, feel free to look around". But, oh boy, this isnt the same with ghetto asian gift shops, as you open that screeching door. You are greeted with a fobby voice, with a annoying phrase most shoppers are familiar with. Yeap, you guess right again, the notorious phrase is "You break you buy, I break I cry". I cry of horror, everytime I visit one of these shops, no i didnt ever break anything in there. It's just that annoying phrase constantly being repeated, that leave's my body flowing blood from the corner of my ear drums, running down the pinky of my toes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

SuperMarkets
 If you're Driving down that long narrow road at night, lookin for a market that sells beer on the holiday. For your friend's 4th of July beer blast. You're in luck, most newcomers to the country, are not yet accustomed to the american holidays, so their buisiness will still progress. I suggest you head to a ghetto asian supermarket this upcoming monday for the holiday, just for the heck of it, if you're in need of beer. These type of buisiness are the easiest to spot. So you're still driving down that road, see a flickering store display logo with a store name, most non-asian folks can't pronounce. Make a left turn into the store and go inside. Enjoy your first step inside, because you will be greeted with a stenching smell of fish. If firework is illegal in your city, or you're just too poor to purchase a 25 cent bottle rocket, yet you have enough money to blow it off on beer.Then you're in luck of havin fun tonight, I suggest you go to the live fish section to get some 4th of july action. Once you're there, request a live catfish. Then watch the butcher prepare it for you. First he will grab it out of the tank, water will splash everywhere. Next he will grab his wooden club and knock it out vigourously, the sound of it is similiar to a firecracker exploding. Preceding that, he will pull out his butcher knife and chop it up for you, then throw it in your shopping cart. Requesting a fish, and watching live fireworks. Same concept, water splashes, exploding sound, and the final gasp of awe. Me knowing the viet, chinese, and english language, i've had  many loads of job offers at these supermarket, too bad i ran off before they handed me a job application.

 

 

Asian Lawyers
The thought of this species makes my stomach feel unsettled,i think ill grab some pepto-bismo right now, just in case. There has been a unsettled case, my mom tried to get out of the way. So she told me to get a lawyer, a month ago, the week school has ended. I didnt know which lawyer to turn to, so i decided to check out the lawyer 2 blocks down from my house. My first impression of this law genius, was damn this dude is confident. He told me all these testiomonial from his recent clients, and guaranteed me he can win the case. But i had to deposit 50 bucks, and pay the rest once the case is accomplished. He looked like an average attourney, thicked rimmed glasses, shiny shoes that he probally used as a mirror, to look under female's skirt , and a nice sturdy tie. But his office looked like it was obtained from a thrift store, foldable chairs, picnic table, and a old wooden bookcase. I was about to rudely ask him about the furnitures, but my mom stopped me before i even opened my lips. Weeks pass, and he keep telling us, that the paper work is nearly done. Then one afternoon, we got a phone call from him. He told us, he wasnt a a real lawyer and he had alerady left the metroplex. G-willikers i got jipped, this dude was like a 2 dollar whore, cheap, ghetto, and leaves you before you wake up. *sorry mr wong, but you're the first guy i saw on google*

July 4th: "Party, likes its 1899, because everything was legal back then" or you can go to a fish market and watch that fish splat blood. Or even better, get a AOL promo cd, stick it in the microwave for 10 seconds and watch the vibrant firework, in the comfort of your own kitchen.

Lets have a budd bang! The phrased I developed during the duration of 3 weeks in panda land. No, it doesnt mean, go find your bestest buddy and bang them. Let me give you a big, fat, orgasmic hint. It involves the inhabitants of china equipped with a weapon deadlier than a raging panda, yet cheaper than a roll of toilet paper. Yes, you guessed right, try to take a sneak-peak in a chinese policeman holster, and what do you get? A couple dozens of cigarettes of course. Everyone up there are heavy smokers, ranging from age 8 to anciently deceased. Gazing upon the busy bicycled filled street, you will notice a few kindergardens and highschool dropouts, cruising on there 12 speed bicycle. Glimpsing further you will notice that they are multitasking by cruising on there pedestrial vehicle, smokin a budd, and readin a manga porn all at the same time. Too bad, I dont have the heart to tell them to hit the brakes, while they're cruising full speed into the greatwall. (pictures to the left i captured, while standing in front of a toystore)

Progressing into the day, I stopped by a shop that sells cd's and dvds, to pickup a bootleg version of hitch. If you didnt already know the big city, populants of china comprises about 10 percent of black folks. Shocking eh, so I continued browsing the store. Then the rarest site ever in world history, caught the corner of my left eye. 2 of my blackanese brothers were next to me babbering about some cd's, me bein nosy swiveled my head to left. Hmmm..I thought to myself, their hip-hop style still remains intact. With their tall-tees ecko apparel, baggy jeans, and there huge medallion dangling over their necks. I advance foward in curiousity while they were all hyped up about some cds. What I saw was rarer than scoring jackpot on the Texas lotto. It was a pair of black mens crazed and obsessed over the clay aiken and the tawainese boy band F4 cd's. Witnessing this once in a lifetime sights, litterally struck me in a series of unconsciouness. Some things in life, one cannot grasp all at once.

I received the strangest phone call last night. I stared at my pillow half dazed and confused, wondering who would call me at such an odd hour. It was the Chinese mafia on the other line. They had a job proposal for me all across the other side of the world. I was informed that I was under surveillence through one of the chicks at school, working as a spy, for the past 12 months, through school and my weblog. They mentioned about my boxing entry and mugging post and was fond of my ingenious and strength. I was certified to be the next hardcore member for a week, training the apprentice, the art of fighting off malicious and violent mobs of cops that keep bustin the mafias wise plan. My jaws litterally dropped with ease, when they told me, I was to train with lucy liu and Zhang Ziu. And as a reward I would reside with one them for 2 whole weeks. Score! This didnt come too clear to me all at once, but It surely was an offer I couldnt refuse.

View discretion advised: It was all a dream. I woke up with a big smile which sprinted into a frown after I realized it was all a nightime fantasy.

According to the plane tickets sitting on the table, im headed off to china today for a family trip, be back in 21 days. I'll be sure to bear everyone a little something something when I get back. For my fellow xangers. I'll bring you guys back a entertaing story. Otherwise I'll hand you my douchielicious Men's Journal magazine<---(click if you havent read this entry). I'll try my best to withdraw to a internet cafe once im there to respond to comments.

I Out-Witted my Muggers

I was walking to the local supermarket picking up some magazines, rubbing alcohol, and a few batches of batterys before the family packed up for vacation. Everything went well going there, the cashier even winked at me. As you know, I always carry a form of weapon everytime I’m walking alone in the street, either if it was going next door to borrow sugar, or running across town. I always had a weapon with me, but this time going to the market, I had my bb-gun with me. On my way back home after picking up my needs, I encountered this group of black kids that confronted me. They all walked up slowly and circled me, and said "What you got in the bag, you lil chink". I thought to myself, hmmm shouldn't you guys be watchin BET or rollin dice at a time like this. I acted as if I didn’t care, and shrugged. They grabbed my grocery bag which contained the cell phone in it and searched through it. I was outnumbered 4 to 1 and didnt know what to do. So I did the unexpected and pulled out my bb gun and shoved it in my mouth. I muttered with the gun in my mouth, I came out tonight to kill myself and I wouldn’t mind taking out one of you guys before ending it all. My face expression was so blanked yet filled with sorrow, yet that they fell for it. They gave me back my stuff and quickly apologized and even offered me a ride home. They all whispered to each other, we chose the wrong kid to mugg tonight and shifted the blame upon another. They left me alone and I continued walking home. They didn’t just back off, they backed off and felt sorry for me. I chose the wrong weapon this time, the perfect weapon for this sceanario would have been my nunchucks. I would have K.Oed them in a matter of minutes, and end there mugging careers to a screeching halt.

So my fellow muggers: Yall got punk`d
 
Edit: Yes this really did happened, Yesterday to be precise. 
No thats not a gang sign, im not
affiliated with any gang.

As a kid, Me , Binh, and Ali all grew up in the same neighborhood. We were always expected to win and be the best at everything. We never declined a challenge, nor did we ever lose a single game, contest, and especially fights. Everyday before we go to school, our parents would tell us, Hey "I hope you knockout those kids, that keeps on making fun of your wanna-be ninja turtle lifestyle". So we took their wonderful advice, like any other youngings would take from their parents. One day Richard brought nun-chucks to his kindergarten class, and threatened his teacher to give him straight A+ or else he would bash her with it. Since it is very un-asian to make a A-minus. He had to live up to this Asian making straight A+ and being the best at everything stereotype, regardless of the obstacles that comes his way, and even if it takes threatening the teacher. Unfortunaty this bad threatening habits carried on through his sophmore year of highschool, and it keeps on getting dirtier. Today the course of history has finally twisted and changed his fate,Jino whooped him in boxing and he was devasted. So he punctured him with his deadly bruce lee ass kicking nunchucks.

As the year past, they all finally become upper-classmen graduate in highschool. Ali decides he wants to join his mexican cult and betray his 2 beloved Asians. Binh and Richard becomes ferocious and start's to attack him.

As timed pass all 3 of the boys remained rivalrys upon another. Ali became a full time referee, reffing Binh's and Richard'd conflict. He also became a personal coach, telling both of them the right stance, and proper workout technique in order to conquer one another. He would repeatedly point out faults in one another, so they can correct their posture and later become ongoing pro's. Five years passed, and they settled their internal conflict through a game of battleshit.

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I just got back from AMC / Parks Mall about an hour ago. I went with my Arabian friend and let me tell you that our experience was phenomenal and Crunk. We met so many fine girls that night using all these retarded and cheesy techniques that Einstein wouldn’t have even have ever come up with, but hey at least they work and brings us success under the bed sheets.

I first walked up to these two girls and was like “hey, you look familiar do I know you from somewhere?” with a gaze of reminiscence staring into their eyes. They both gave me a confused look and kindly responded “No, I think you’ve mistaken us for the wrong person”. Then I proceeded and unleashed the pimpin’ witty Richyard and said “I know who you are now, you’re my sister Jen old friends”. I figured that every girl knew a Jen since it was a common name. Even if they didn’t know a Jen, I could have said it was short for Jenny, Jennifer and etc. Bringing that up, they were at ease and finally gave in. They were telling me how they couldn’t believe how much I have changed and how cute and sexy I am. My Arabian friend busted in to the conversation and started to ask them “How they knew such a cool guy like Richard”. Hah great line Kumar, although its some what true. We got both of their numbers, good thing I had my TI-83 calculator so I could store both of their numbers in the store function. Ann went under the letter A on my calculator and Mary went under the letter M on my precious mathematical device.

We decided to continue patrolling the mall while waiting for Ring 2 to start playing. We tried to get them to watch the Ring 2 with us, but our plan was to go to the show with them and not watch the movie. If you know what I mean. They told us that they already watched it, they were either lying because they got turned off by my calculator or they really didn’t want to watch it again. Either way in the end I’m still a sexy stud and they still want my stuff.

We decided to go to starbucks to wait for the show to start after the two girls had left. Then out of no where a fine looking girl with nice curves comes up to my Arabian friend and asks for his number. It must be the curry deodorant and nice camel ride that attracts them.

When the trailer started I decided to whip out my phone and text message my sexy Latina friend Karen. Then this fat ass Mexican or black lady, I couldn’t really tell it was dark in the theater, told me to put away the phone or she would report us. LOL! I should have reported her for being so fat in such a crowded theater. The movie hasn’t even started and she keep giving us a fit. I should have threw her a tampon to calm her down, or a full size comforter instead since she was packing on some jello on her waist. The movie Ring 2 turned out to be alright. My friend keep whispering in my ear that the character Rachael in the movie was pretty damn attractive. I have to agree with you, if no body was in the theater I would probably put my lips on the huge projector screen and make out with her.

It was a fun night like any others cause that’s how I roll and just in case you guys were wondering If I really stored their numbers in my calculators. I’ll let you be the judges and figure that one out.

Dang, can't believe School is approaching. The weekend is officially over.