Sunday, February 01, 2004
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The fuck, is this blog dying as well, post you fuckers post!

Anyways, last night i went to this Chinese New Years party thing with my family and some other families. One of my friends was there and she graduated from LA a few years ago and she was the only person I could really talk to. So while parents talk about their shitty lives and their shitty amount of money they needed to increase, we got a bottle of Hennessy and started talking. Here's the thing about Hennessy, it burns at first when it goes down, but it gets smoother and smoother after a few.

Now here's my question to the world, if the world can answer. Why the fuck do we need alcohol in order to really talk about what the fuck matters. Well, granted some people won't talk about anything that matters even if they are stone drunk out on Ocean Beach, but that's another story. Well, there was another girl there that had graduated from CVHS like 5 years ago and us three talked for a while, before the drinking part of this story. They talked about shit like boyfriends of the past and "work drama" and shit like that. The CVHS girl was pretty cool, well only cause she hates the school as much as I do. She told me to get the fuck away from CV as soon as possible, which isn't a new goal for me. But the point of the story is still to come. So they talk about stupid shit like fashion and shit. I can tell my friend from UCLA is getting pissed off as shit about talking about fashion so fucking long, but she bears with it cause us Chinese folk would rather be stabbed in the eye than insult a guest. So the CVHS girl leaves cause she has to support her friend with her complicated boyfriend shananigans (spelling? wait, who gives a fuck, ok).

Now, she takes out the Hennessy that she was hiding from the other girl now and we start to drink it. Hennessy even coems with little brandy glasses to enrich the flavor and experience. I know this girl can drink like fuck cause I've drank with her before and she kicked my ass. So she tells me her job and how she has a "buyer" who is a bitch and not doing shit, but cause this is corporate america, she can't get her fired without some stupid ass conference with the boss. One glass down. I start talking to her about my life now, how much pressure shit is, what really matters to me. Ya know, shit people just listen to cause their courteous, not cause they actually give a shit. But it seems that as this whiskey is running through our systems, we actuallly care about what the other person is talking about. Two glasses down. Three, then four. We start talking about life in general, just about how it's a trap. We work our asses off in school, we work our asses off till retirement at a job we will fucking hate eventually. We reap the shitty rewards of retirement, we die. Yes pessimistic, I know, but hell it's how it is. Family? Falling in love? They give us hope of the future that awaits us, but their shine only lasts in the beginning, once we fall into that cycle of work, sleep, work, sleep, we're as waiting to die. Five down, the Henny is gone, we're fucking depressed. It seems that college is the only part of life that really kicks ass. Its all downhill from there. When you talk about something that requires more thought than the normal convo, other shit in your life just seems to not matter anymore. It's a good feeling. Hell, it coulda been the alcohol, but nah, been much more buzzed than this.

It was a damn good convo. None of that stupid shit that we usually drown our words in. It lasted from 8 till 12. Seemed like a few minutes to me. So remember kids, if you want to talk to a person and actually talk about shit you both care about, never usually do, buy some Hennessy.

Least I didn't black out like some kid fool I know. Is this the beginning of alcoholism? Let's hope not.

Here's the thing with asian parents. They are so wrapped up in their own financial shit to realize what kinda kid their 12 year old is turning into. There was this 12 year old kid there that kept talking to me about how fucking sweet pot was and shit. It was pretty damn funny, till i realized, that he wasn't kidding. The kid is twelve. He plays baseball in front of his overly proud mother. His mom once told me she thought he was Ivy League material. He's watching some violent ass movie waiting for the blood to come and there's this strip bar scene. He doesn't even flinch or cover his eyes or nothing. He just stares at the shit, nothing. Means he's seen lotta it before. Damn the kid's impure. The mom sees this and tell shim to turn the shit off, but he doesn't. He whines an shit, and I thought the mom begins to yell at him but it was like:

"Oh my god, I can't believe he was looking at that. I mean that stock was going downhill and it would never reach its target price!"

Fucking unbelievable. Ah well, it ain't my kid, but I still turned the shit off, it was too fucking weird. Yep.

I still got a lot to learn about life. Better make it seem better than how i view it now. We are still young, so very damn young. We don't know shit about what it is like, the real world that is. Don't even try. We really gotta stop acting so damn grown up and actually grow the fuck up, especially me. Gotta make something of myself now. Hennessy can get you drunk as fuck, but it can also change how you think, in one simple night.

Ey, who wants to go drinking with me sometime? Thats all for me tonight. Back to sober life.

Tokoro/Tiba/Stephen/Guang/Deng
Stephen at 8:05 PM