Brown Skin Lady.



Friday, May 28, 2004


Club Bangers of note:

J-Kwon -- Tipsy. Whoever did the beat jacked the formula from the Neptunes produced Clipse -- Grindin. But whatever, the simple boom-bap always works.

Beyonce -- I don't know what the name of the song is...but the one where she goes, "IIIIIIIIII love to love you babeeeeeee" in the operatic style. Call me sometime, baby.

Which brings me to the greatest club song of all time:

R Kelly Fiesta Appreciation Post

I mean, seriously. Let me ask you. Who don't like a fiesta? You can't front on a line like, "After the show its the after party and after the party it's the hotel lobby." Makes me wanna hop in my H2, crack open the moet, and roll to the lush crib with all my groupies. Hot tub, pop the bubbly. Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin...

Oh wait. I live in the burbs.

Exactly. For two minutes, this song makes you feel like you got it all. A hut in Mexico*. Fridge stocked with gatorade and grey goose. Personal chef. Exclusive collection of women to call when I'm drunk.

And then it ends.

And then I realize I'm but a mere little Vietnamese boy.

*This idea stolen from Matt Costello.


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Definitely took a shot of Patron, and proceeded to lick the salt off a girl's boob last night.

Then I found out she was 18.

So, how'd you get in?
Fake ID.

When did you graduate high school?
'03.

What high school did you go to?
Chaffey.

Oh dope. I just taught at Chaffey for a semester.
Do you know V*** L*****?

Yeah, she was in my period 4 Algebra 2 class.
She's a good friend of mine!

Uh-oh...

Well I guess I technically didn't do anything illegal.


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Wednesday, May 26, 2004



Brown skin homeboy.
Mellow, my man.
Soul brutha #2.
NYC.
Transfer to the 2.
Downtown, everybody move to the beat.
Uptown, everbody rollin with heat.
Escuchela. La ciudad respirando.
Keep it on the norm.
Transform like voltron.

Happy Birthday. 24. From BK to killa cali, your constant support through my struggles keeps me on track. We gettin there man. Keep your head up as the saga unfolds.

Watch out for the troll. Day's not over yet.


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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

On the count of three.

1...2...3...

So I studied with homegirl yesterday. Can't decide if she's cute or ugly or somewhere in between. Kinda dumpy on the bottom. Says she watches what she eats and does pilates? And she had fries for lunch. Hmmm...think she needs to kick the intensity up a notch. Pretty face though. Got a real bubbly personality. She's also 29, married for 3 years, and divorced. Brown chick. Like brown. Indian brown. Whoa.

Definitely touches my arm when I was explaining a problem to her, smiles and says:

You really know what you're doing, don't you?

Not really. I'm an idiot. (Self-deprecating humor).

But on the real, it was a quality study session. I'm focused. She's focused (on this sparkling smile). We're both trying to land jobs as Math Teachers but first have to pass this animal...rapist...test.

She lives over in Diamond Bar, which means we're now carpooling to both classes in Downey and LA. Think I made a new friend (re: bout to get some).

Graduated high school in 93 which means that when I was a freshman in high school, she was a freshman in college. That's kinda hott.

Flirty girl at Starbucks licked my abs last night. Sure that ain't on some Matt Costello-type steelo, but it's the closest I've had in four months yo.

These Costello references don't go away.


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Monday, May 24, 2004

The thing I like most about math is that it's hit or miss. No feelings involved. No self-reflection. No, "So Andy, how do you feel about the state of education at the present moment."

Nope, it's just math. Either you somewhat get it or you don't get it at all. And since I'm over this soul searching phase in my life...math is somewhat therapeutic.
I'm taking this Math Analysis Prep class and actually enjoying it. Going to borders today, and studying with some friends I made:

Saima: 24-year old business major. Wants to be Math teacher. Needs to pass test. She's aiight.

John: 55-year old engineer. Bout to get layed off. Looking for a career change.

?????: Some quirky old filipino lady.

That's all I have to say. Enjoy your monday peoples. I promise to myself to write something more entertaining. Like...ummm...an espn.com appreciation post.



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Friday, May 21, 2004


Pardon me while I update my life, just for the sake of organizing my thought processes. This may be a boring post.

My goal in life at this very moment is to pass the CSET. I'm taking two prep classes targeting the July 17 test -- one prep class for Algebra, the other prep class for Geometry. I had my first class yesterday where instructor said even hought these is labeled "algebra", it's really a test on math analysis. It is not enought to just take this class. You need to study at home, form study groups, and shoot e-mails to one another. One of the classes is in Downey...the other, in Downtown LA. Both classes are about 35 miles away from my house. This means I get to drive and listen to CD's.

I start summer school July 1. I need to write a check in the amount of $162.00 to Claremont Graduate University. I have education seminars to attend all throughout June. I got two A's in my first semester. Wait a sec, I'm getting a 4.0 in grad school? Sheeeeit, I'm getting a 4.0 in grad school!

Today, I need to open a savings account, get my haircut, study, kick it with Dave, and watch the Lakers kick some T-Wolve butt.

I plan on chillin with Dave tonight. Hopefully, I get to kick it with Max as well. It's been quite some time. Then I will crash at Dave's tonight, wake up at 8:15, hop on the 105 East and take my class in Downey tomorrow from 9-4.

I still work at Starbucks 7 hours a week. Why? In Reality Bites, Janeane Garafolo's character manages a GAP after graduating from college. After going through period's of questioning her job description, she becomes proud that she is able to fold clothes so efficiently. I feel the same way about my Barista skills. I'm kind of proud that I'm able to make such heavenly foam for my lattes.

I think Connor's birthday is coming up soon. I need to look for a gift. I'm thinking legos.

I bought a CD. In 1999, Q-Tip came out with Amplified, the jiggified album with Breathe and Stop/ Vivrant Thing. I remember he got a lot of flak for this album with the new sex appeal image. Whatever...Tribe's been rhyming about getting ass since their inception. I dig the Jay Dee produced soapy funk this album provides. Let's ride, with its chopped up guitar loop, is probably one of the most slept on joints. Move to the beat.


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Thursday, May 20, 2004

I like watching TV.
I like hiking.
I like swimming.
I like gatorade.
I like hip-hop.
I like the Real World.
I like Playstation 2.
I like driving and listening to CD's.
I like eating lean cuts of meats.
I like apples.
I like sleeping.
I like girls.

Me gustas tu.


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Monday, May 17, 2004


I was cleaning out my car and found a blank unlabled CD. Popped it in the deck and the first trak is Saul Williams. And my thought processes went something like this:

This isn't my CD. Whose does this belong to?

Track 2. Manu Chao.

Saul Williams...Manu Chao...........Matt Costello.

Oh, for sure. That's some legendary company. And this is a legendary Matt Costello Mix CD. Think he left it in my car during that legendary Memorial Day 2002 Weekend.

Legendary playlist:

1. Saul Williams -- Untimely Meditations
2. Manu Chao -- Me Gustas Tu
3. Tribe, Fugees, Busta Rhymes -- Rumble in the Jungle
4. Pharoahe Monch f/ Common and Kweli -- The Truth
5. Outkast -- Elevators (Me and You)
6. Ed OG & Da Bulldogs -- I Gotta Have It
7. Too $hort -- Gettin It.
8. Ferris Bueller Interlude -- Life Moves Pretty Fast
9. Elliot Smith -- Morning After
10. Ferris Bueller Interlude -- 1961 Ferrari 250 GT
11. Keith Urban -- Stuck in the Middle
12. Eazy-E -- Boyz n Da Hood
13. Bobby McFerrin -- Don't Worry, Be Happy
14. Mac Mall -- People Ever Ask You
15. Fight Club Interlude -- Fuck Redemption
16. DJ Honda -- What You Expected
17. Blue Swede -- Hooked on a Feeling
18. ????? -- Swing Low Sweet Chariot
19. ?????
20. Keali'i Reichel -- Wanting Memories
21. Bob Dylan -- Don't Think Twice


If you've ever read or saw High Fidelity, a proper mixtape require something called, cohesion. This mixtape(or mix CD for our purposes) rejects this recipe.

I've always thought a dissertation could be written on the mindset of Matt Costello. This is just further evidence. Just conjecture, but I'm thinking there's no other CD out there that combines all these genres of music -- East Bay Funk, West Coast Gangsta, Classic Rock, Conscious Hip Hop, East Coast Hardcore, and Spiritual. Sprinkle in some Spoken Word, Latin, Classic Movie Quote interludes and this makes for some interesting listening.

At it's very best, music is supposed to be influential and inspiring. It's purpose is to put your mind at ease in whatever capacity that may be. I'm not sure whether to kill a man, be romantic, smoke some weed, or have faith after one listen to this.

Eazy-E and Bob Dylan.

Or to quote these respective artists,

"Jockin the bitches, slappin the ho's"

"I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul."


Legendary.


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Friday, May 14, 2004



Derek Fisher Appreciation Post

Because of the point-four shot, Derek Fisher will be worth no less than $3 Million for the rest of his career. The south paw plays tenacious defense, has bionic arms, shoots 150 jumpers after practice, and is quite possibly the most articulate player on the Lakers. The guy won the NBA community service award.

As a Laker fan, He can be frustrating to watch at times. Who hasn't screamed at their TV set, "What the hell are you doing?", when Fish penetrates with intensity towards the hoop, only to lose his footing, and clank an ill-advised layup off the back of the rim.

A feeling of commutative euphoria spread throughout Los Angeles yesterday evening when Fish hit that shot. Racism ceased to exist for a few minutes. Blacks were hugging Korean liquor store owners. Vietnamese nail salon technicians stopped talking shit about their white customers. LAX security stopped giving the suspicious eye to Persians traveling with large carry-ons.

All hail D-Fish and his healing powers.


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Thursday, May 13, 2004




Fuck You. And Fuck You.
I will never talk shit about Derek Fisher Again.


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Wednesday, May 12, 2004



Connor?


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I haven't had sex in about 4 months. This could explain my lack of motivation right now.


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Monday, May 10, 2004

I really don't get my life. For three months, I put in 60-70 hours a week between grad school, teaching, and making coffee. I hate myself at the end of the day. Question, what exactly is it that I'm trying to accomplish with all this work. (Still broke.) And then...it all abruptly comes to a sudden ---

I indulge in this time off with no set schedule and no particular place to be. I enjoy leisure waaaaayyy to much. I'm truly a slacker. Slacker? I don't think underachieving is an appropriate quality for a teacher to have.

I once found discipline in the form of weights and cardio. That ended a long time ago.

Am I the only one that really misses living by the beach? Don't get me wrong, the brownish-yellow tinge sky that this urban sprawl produces is truly pictureque but just not my style. I belong in the mountainous jungles of Vietnam with my yellow brothers snacking on rambutan and mangosteen.

No longer am I in the soul-searching/ spiritual enlightnement/ identity-seeking phase of adulthood.

I now perceive everything in a primordial state. Kicking old school. Captain Caveman old school. Survival. No processed enriched bleached flour grinded at some mill in Nebraska. Instead, I fish for my food. No low rise cords, rather I wear loin cloths. Vagina bait in the form of a shiny new 2004 Escalade? Please...I now club women over their heads and drag them by their hair back to my dwelling where I have this newfound trophy light my fire.

Truly incredible.


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Sunday, May 09, 2004



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Friday, May 07, 2004

Remember those evaluations you had to fill out for your professors at the end of the quarter? Those were annoying. I was so happy the class was over, I didn't want to fill out one more meaningless paper.

Anyway, student teaching was over and I wanted to know what my students thought about me. Had them fill out an evaluation. Oh, the irony.

Two Questions:

1) Briefly describe best what you like about my teaching style.
2) What suggestions do you have for me to improve as a math teacher?

Some snippets -- technical, personal, humorous, downright MF'in nasty...:

You make things fun. You will be a good teacher.

I like the fact that you stayed after school to help me in preparing for the test. That shows that you are a teacher that cares about his students.

I didn't like nothing about your teaching Mr. Doan. I didn't even like you.

Mr. Doan must be a good teacher because this is the first time I've passed a math class the first time I took it.

Don't talk about your socks.

You might need to improve on jokes.

I like when you go around the room and help.

I like the BLAZIN1.

Try not to make faces while writing on the board.

What I like best about your teaching style was you took the time to help us with our homework.

Your breath smells better than most teachers.

You are so cool.

You don't know how to teach. Hopefully, you don't get to teach students. I really don't care. You should just stick with Starbucks.

You were very energetic, tried not to make math not as boring.

You need to improve on being more hard on the kids like when they come in late or something like that, or else they'll take advantage of you.

Everybody likes to talk to him and if a teacher is great with the students then everyone will learn.

When you are done writing look at the class an not what you just wrote.

I like how you go over the problems slowly and step-by-step.

I would suggest to probably go step-by-step.

Don't say stories that don't have a point because it throws everyone off track.

Don't say any jokes. They are not funny.

I believe you're one of the only math teachers I had that I enjoyed being in your class. There was something about your teaching that motivated me.

Stressful profession. No doubt. Rewarding profession? For sure.


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Wednesday, May 05, 2004

I remember thinking to myself the other day, "I'm Asian."

Then I thought to myself, wow...haven't thought about my asian-ness in a while. Guess I've been so busy lately, I forgot about how proud I was to be Vietnamese.

Sony or Aiwa. Black or White. I fit in all stereotypes. Oh, the irony.

Loft. Downtown. Party. Drink. Socialize. Esoteric UCSB gathering. I love that word. Esoteric. Hope this plan comes together.

I'm gonna be proactive tommorow. Waking up at 6:30. Swimming Laps by 7:15. Shedding some percentages off the body mass index. Laundry. Wash Car. Study. Groceries. Work. I can't wait.

Nu Shooz had like two rad songs that sounded like they were made on a IBM PC jr.

Tonight, I indulged in the guilty pleasure that is the Real World.


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Monday, May 03, 2004

You know who I feel sorry for? Husbands. Husbands whose wives ask them to pay for their plastic surgery. If my wife ask me to pay for her nose job, I'd just look at her like...you must be crazy.

Yeah, you'd be cuter if you lost 20 lbs...but I wouldn't pay for your lipo. Go for a jog. Clean the pool. Rake the leaves.

Massive headache tonight.

I really haven't blogged a whole lot lately. Still feeling dumb.

At least my body fat percentage is at a lean 12%.



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