L.I.E.

now available for preorder on DVD at amazon.com. i highly recommend this film.

fare thee well

lately, i've been feeling more and more as if i've had to censor my musings. i feel as if i'm exposing myself too much to people i don't know well. i don't enjoy this feeling. i know, i know. i shouldn't be bound by the opinions of others. i even preach that selfsame opinion. it's an ideal i've been trying to keep, but i fear that i'm too weak a man to be able to do this. therefore, i shall no longer post regularly on this site. i hope you all had as memorable a journey as i have had.

ps: out of curiosity, i have one request. if you read this regularly, or even erratically, please leave a comment on this entry. thank you, and good night.

i got your valentine right here

valentine's day. yay. or as my friend put it, hallmark day. oh, suck it. valentine's day sucks, and so does everyone who has someone to share today with. more than at any other time of year, i hate the color pink. absolutely hate it. i get the urge to kick people walking around with goopy smiles on their faces. even teresa, bubbly as she is, wouldn't be able to get me to like this accursed day. well, not unless she found me someone to like it with. fucking valentine's day. i need to buy me a lighter so that i can burn any valentine cards sitting out unguarded on random tables.

don't get me wrong. it's not that i don't see how valentine's day would be great for couples. it's just that today is my day to be bitter. bitter that it's not me who's out there buying the cards and flowers and whatnot, with someone special in mind. i shouldn't be sitting here at my computer, blogging. i should be out somewhere with someone i care about, damnit. instead, i go and take my frustrations out on diablo II. i suppose that's one more use that d2 has. thank you chris for buying it for me, so i can sit at my computer being pissed off at demons, instead of being even more pissed off at society.

ihop wtf

a new year. many people associate chinese new year with dragon dances, strings of bright firecrackers, and those funny conical hats that chinese people wear. but not the international house of pancakes! no, ihop has decided to step away from the traditional view of chinese new year. oh, they still have the festive atmosphere and the spirit of philanthropy. but perhaps to discourage the stereotype that chinese new year calls up, they have taken the liberty of renaming the day something completely unrelated: national pancake day! you can even get free pancakes! yay! and if you can't tell i'm being sarcastic. gah! commercialism decided to skip entirely the marketing of a tradition and instead take the day for itself completely and without pretense. fuckers.

*sigh* i really don't have much to say right now. i don't feel like talking. i feel like drowning my woes in some ice cream. i went down to jester store to get some ice cream, since my chunky monkey ran out today. order of the day: homemade vanilla. vijay also pointed out that antone's poboys are incredibly unhealthy. one of them contains ninety-something %dv for fat!

erg. i guess i'll fill my silence with an aim snippet.

Raging Aardvark: you're still with alan?
d r e a m s 2 6: yes sir
Raging Aardvark: awesome. you two are the cutest couple i know
d r e a m s 2 6: aww, thanks!

rhapsody

fencing is getting really interesting now. we're actually learning parries and ripostes. i felt pretty good (if tired) coming out of fencing today, so i spent a long time in the shower afterwards, just letting the steam and the warmth soak into my bones. it's been so long since i've felt warmth. what is warmth? warmth is sitting on the trunk of my car with rose and leo, singing and playing guitar in the middle of the diho parking lot. warmth is giving my kids piggyback rides at camp. warmth is sitting on a couch with leo and cheuck, with june lying on top of us. warmth is.....

Raging Aardvark: i write random snippets of thought and toss them haphazardly at the w^3
Jianwen23: and the w^3 thanks you for it

i arrived at my lab in quite a sour frame of mind. i don't know why. like vonnegut said, we're all bags of chemicals. i did most my lab alone with imbalanced humours. i shared a lab procedure or two with three girls. by the end of the experiment, i was feeling sedated again. calmed. i guess all i needed was some social interaction, so that i'd be back in a societally agreeable mindset again. i have mood swings. no, i got mood swangz.

i used to consider myself a creature of logic. when did i become a creature of emotion? i feel as if i've plunged my hands into the cold waters of life, and some hidden kraken has jerked me into the depths of feeling. i feel like i'm drowning, gasping for air, crying out for help but only managing a weak gurgle. how is it that everyone else learned to swim? why must i lose my hold every time a friend grasps me by the hand to pull me out? i know now that flailing about doesn't help, and have given myself over to the depths.

on the way back, i passed two friends talking outside of jester auditorium. "if i was president, i'd change the constitution so that no one would ever have to do what he didn't want." i remember at the time thinking cynically that such a utopian judicial system would never work. but now....now i only wish that such a world could be possible.

and so another year has passed. happy new year. i feel like i've only become more of a disappointment. there are so many things i wanted to do, wanted to say this year. but i've never gotten the courage to do, to say them. i feel myself reaching out superficially and drawing my heart of hearts deep within my shell. i've become angrier and more pathetic. i remember talking to teresa on the ride back up to austin on sunday. family is so important to her. she's so tightly bonded with her family. me, i don't feel tied to my family that much.

people to call today:
- mom and dad
- grandma and grandpa
- chris

maybe this year i'll call chris more often, instead of just waiting for him to call me. i wonder what he's doing......

and so another year has passed, and i'm still single. i didn't think it would be any different, a year ago. is it wrong for me, a male in american society, to say that this isn't what i want? i'm not talking about gettin' me a woman and some nookie. i'm talking about a a meaningful relationship. is that so wrong, to want to have someone care about you, to have someone to think of in class when the prof is droning on? why is it so impermissible to state this in public? everyone wants to be loved. most people are just too damn hard up to admit it outright.

webquizaholic

yeah, right

"it's 215 right now, so i'll set the alarm to 245. should be done scanning for viruses by then." i wake up at six: cold, groggy, and with odd, sharp pains in my elbows. my contacts are screaming at me, "what have you done, you fool!" the dream is still running through my head.

well, there really isn't a coherent story i can remember, now that i've taken out my contacts and went to the bathroom. i remember playing an rpg where my party was fighting my way down to hell, and met up with a family that was trying to escape their house, which was the doorway to hell. they joined the party, and we started journeying down three levels to get to hell. but it was wierd. the three levels were yards. yards with two 12' x 12' holes cut out in the center, to let light into the next level. the holes had stone walls built around them. and as we journeyed downward, more and more it wasn't the party on the playstation journeying down, but it was me, with my dad down there.

and there was a dog, my yellow-haired dog. must have been about two or three. of course it was my dog, since this was my house. i led him with my dad up to ground level, skritching him behind his ears every once in a while. i remember a great contentness, just scratching him. (maybe this part of my dream stems from my guilt in not paying enough attention to my — technically my brother's — dog when she was still alive?) when we got to the top level, we left him in the back yard.

scene change. i was pissed. pissed at how stupid my dad is. because he always finds the stupidest things to criticize when he's like this. and he just can't admit that he's wrong. chris was there, as my little brother. he was playing that rpg from before on the playstation while we were preparing for some big dinner-thing. he was trying to ignore me screaming at dad. dad was telling me, in his haughty, don't-question-me tone that i had failed to sweep up the dust on the carpet. and so i yelled back at him in chinese, with much exaggeration of tone and gester, "how was i supposed to know that you didn't want me to vacuum it up like before?" he curtly replied that i wasn't to get any of my favorite dish tonight at the feast. i stomped off and slammed the door to my room, while shouting "look at me, i can take away your material things!

that's when i woke up. i was surprised to see a wedge of light sitting contentedly in the doorway from michael and vijay's room into the bathroom. i peeked in, ready to say, "you're still up?" but vijay wasn't back yet from shana's, and mike was asleep on his bed amongst his books. cute. and now i'm typing away, probably disturbing joe while he tries to get some quality rest.

i really need to sleep more regularly. i've had about three hours a night this weekend. i woke up this morning, ready for the drive to austin. i took shotgun to teresa's drive, and allen and daniel and their friend were in the back. i fell asleep once on the drive up, and that was only for a few minutes, but i still felt guilty when i woke up. besides that, i stayed up, making conversation with teresa. when i got back, i found joe sleeping, vijay playing maximo, and michael just woken. i shed my luggage and promptly fell asleep on my unmade bed.

when i woke up, i had a dinner of chinese leftovers. they (mike, vijay, joe, and weber) were watching robocop in the other room. i elected against joining them. i talked to jen online instead. i also found this. when teresa called me up, it was around 11 already. "hey, i got a craving for apple pie a la mode." she picked me up and drove to denny's. we studied. we talked. the waiter was cordial, but he probably resented us using denny's as a library. it took an hour and a half between when we finished our buffalo chicken strips to when he brought us our apple pies. when we came back, around two, that's when i started scanning.

from sachin's profile:
Here's to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking.
If you cheat, may you cheat death.
If you steal, may you steal a woman's heart.
If you fight, may you fight for a brother.
And if you drink, may you drink with me.

something unpredictable

i got up this morning and drove to barnes and noble. they didn't find my rio. damn. off to chinese school. we sit around a while, waiting for leo to show up. when he finally does, we (june, cheuck, leo, and i) pile into my car and drive off. while on the beltway feeder approaching westheimer, it happens. i was in the right lane, matching speed with traffic, when i see a police car parked in some driveway. i hit the brakes, but it's too late. as i pass him, i see him pull out and turn on the lights. me? but i braked. the other traffic was going faster than me now. me? is that possible? i couldn't believe it. but he followed me as i turned onto westheimer. i pulled into an abortive driveway, and awaited my doom. speeding, 18 miles over the limit, and an expired registration. thank you officer.

and we continue. the next three minutes of driving is rather sullen. but i am determined not to let it bother me, not to dampen the mood. so we start laughing again. cheuck cringes as we pass HEB: he used to work there. regarding cleaning restrooms, he exclaims, "i don't understand how you get shit on the ceiling." the galleria is flurry of tilt and animagic and gamestop. we meet up with robert at the ice rink. structure. june required we sit down on the leather sofa, leo to my left and cheuck to my right, so that she could lay on top of us. i started poking her fob mark and belly button, and then i discovered her shoes. they have zippers! zipping shoes! how cool is that? somehow, june dragged us, her entourage of boys, into victoria secret. i got sprayed with some perfume. gah. it was time to go to chinese school.

set up for the dance. becky and teresa and kevin, among other people, arrive. hugs for the girls, a joyful "hey, sup man?" for kevin. teresa teaches me a few swing moves. it's about then that i discover that teresa and becky have zip shoes too! aaahhhhhh! zip shoes! hehe. june is the only one that really dances the whole time. it's your typical asian high school party. no one is dancing. robert and leo and june and i talked for a good while. after everything is put away, we talk to the dj. he is an alumnus of ut. in fact, he started the anime club. and he went to e3 last year! aaaaahhhh! okay. i'm calm.

leo and june and i went to ihop. i spent sixteen dollars there on a hearty meal and a sizable tip. the waiter was nice, and the company was excellent. we talked about music, life, regret, and the rest. at one point, i remember saying, "you know, my weekend sucked. i lost my mp3 player and i got a ticket. but y'know....i still enjoyed it a lot."

thanks, guys.

two quiet postulations

darian disappeared today at the cys party, and we found out later that he had filled two classrooms' chalkboards with thoughts. june copied them down and mailed them to me. here they are:

Sometimes, I feel as if the world doesn't care. Maybe it's just random encounters that you have every day with passers-by on the street. Or rather, the random encounters that you fail to have every day with passers-by on the street. Day in and day out, we pass each other between classes, at work, on the way to Randall's. It doesn't take much effort or time to give someone else a smile, a friendly word, even just an encouraging nod. And sometimes, it's all the other person needs. How often have you had a bad day at work or school, just one of those days that you just feel like screaming or crying or punching something? You wish you could just have a hug from your girlfriend, but she broke up with you last week. Or maybe she's too swamped with work to talk today. Either way, you feel as if you've got no one to turn to, no one who cares. Yeah, we've all had days like that. We've all felt that pang of loneliness bite deep into our souls like winter. It's those days that we just can't stand. But what about the guy you pass every day on the second floor? Or the coffee vendor at the kiosk down the street? What about their bad days? Isn't it enough that we are all human, to give her a kind word? We enter this world and leave this world alone. In the time between, let's look after each other.
~darian

Have you ever stared death in the face? I'm not talking about watching someone as their last minutes in a hospital bed slip through her fingers, one....by....one. I'm talking about facing your own mortality, feeling its clammy breath upon your neck. Have you ever considered throwing everything away and saying a judicious farewell to....well, existance? You know that people are just plain mean. The justice that you knew existed as a child has long ago ceased to exist. You've had your search for meaning, but it led you....here. To despair. To your own mortality. What's it all for? Naught? Oblivion? No. I reject that answer. I can't accept it. We laugh and cry and scream together. Alone. Sometimes, we have to remind ourselves that no matter how much we convince ourselves otherwise, we are never alone. To live is to be surrounded by others. The boyfriend that you broke up with last year still thinks of you. You had a falling out with your sister, but she wishes so badly that it wasn't so. I used to ask myself, why can't the world just leave me be? But now I know that there's just too many people that care for that to ever happen.
~darian

manhood challenged

Raging Aardvark: can you pick a buffalo wing clean?
F0REVEROSE: hell yeah
F0REVEROSE: cleaner than you
Raging Aardvark: ouch! is that a challenge?
F0REVEROSE: that is a challenge, boy
Raging Aardvark: okay, that's it. we're going to a wings place tomorrow for lunch!

so i got my comments script up and running. the template looks all right now, though i'll probably go in and fiddle with the html later on. just to give it a more custom feel.

i spent most of today sleeping, but i feel so tired still. maybe it's the fact that i didn't take my contacts out. maybe it's cuz i spent most of that time on the car, and i never get good sleep on cars and planes. came back home exhausted and with a headache. i read a bit of my new webdesign book and fell asleep. went to dinner at this great place down on dairy ashford and bissonet. spicy stuff. the owner was very friendly and talked to us for quite a while, even after my parents started somewhat giving her the cold shoulder. she was very nice. asked if i had a girlfriend, was surprised that i didn't. *blush* i felt sorry for her. she must be lonely, having no one to talk to the entire day. just hoping for a friendly patron's ear. if only my chinese were better, i'd have talked her ear off. we'd have chatted like old friends. *sigh*

i found this in the midst of random blog browsing. i found it interesting, and it struck a chord with me, so i copied it into my blog notes for later posting. but, unfortunately, i didn't copy down the url, so i don't know where it came from. erg. oh well, here it is.

"It's kind of strange, but sometime I forget that complete strangers, like the ones who walk down the halls at school, are actual people - and not just reaccuring characters with one or two noticable character traits. They all have thoughts, and values, and wishes, and birthdays, and families, and favourite songs, and a particular brand of shampoo."

erg. i need to brush my teeth. my teeth always feel nasty after drinking coffee. as is my custom, i went to barnes and noble tonight to study, and fell asleep. i ordered a tall decaf mint mocha frappuccino. i also left my rio there. i realized this as i was about to turn into my subdivision, and promptly turned around and sped back to the store. it was closed. i'll have to go back tomorrow and see if they found it. if they don't give it back to me, i'll be rather annoyed at myself.

now i'm doing laundry. i should have started it earlier. damn. now i'm sleepy. but i must stay awake long enough for another load of laundry, or else i'll have no boxers to wear tomorrow. and as fascinating as the idea of going commando is, i really don't think i'll do it.

hmm. maybe i'll keep reading and/or browsing.

linkalicious!

so i'm supposed to be doing my lab writeup, but i'm tired with putting up with gax's damn inflexible format. gax is the amusing (to me, at least) name i use for the graphical analysis program that i used in high school physics. i didn't want to spend a few hours stumbling my way through excel, since i've only used it for spreadsheets, thus far. so i'm using good ol' gax. it worked fine back then, but there aren't a lot of options. and now i need options. erg. my lab partner was also supposed to contact me, but it hasn't happened yet. so i'm going to turn in my own lab report. forget him. forget the fact that i don't know how to write a lab report ut-style. gack.

rob and i left chem early, as professor davis was going on and on about what solutions are. instead, we browsed barnes and noble. i found a good webauthoring book to learn html et al. from. i'm determined to learn it. but i haven't had a chance to take a look yet. i've been busy with procrastinating.

i joined webloggers yesterday, but it seems to be broken. grr. i've been browsing random blogs lately, and a very large percent of the ones i've been to have been run by girls, or at least co-authored by girls. so, to prove to myself that guys blog too, i joined boylogs. no girls allowed, just like the secret clubs in elementary school. so ha.

heehee. someone translated receptacle into french. would the good sir or madam step forward?

joe relived his younger days today and found a few sites about segata sanshiro. he downloaded all these clips of his commercials, and watched them with me, janey, and michael. i could not stop laughing, even if it was in japanese.

i'm thinking about putting up a comment section.

i'm also thinking about taking this site down.

i should return to my lab. it's getting late, and i am to meet janey tomorrow morning to go to the division of housing. i need to turn in my application, and he needs to put me down as a roommate.

oh yes, before i go, i also read sachin's blog. i must post this here. not to yoink the credit from sachin, mind you. finder's rights go to sachin for this. but just because i thought it was so funny, that it should be posted as often as possible.

The Man Code
This is it. So it has been written, so it shall be....The CODE

1. Thou shall not rent the movie Chocolat.
2. Under no circumstances may 2 men share an umbrella.
3. Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
4. When you are queried by a buddy's wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence.
5. Unless he murdered someone in your immediate family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
6. You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to call BULLSHIT. (Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent)
7. If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off-limits forever.
8. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy who's running late is 5 minutes. for a girl, you are required to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale.
9. Complaining about the brand of free beer in a buddies refrigerator is forbidden. You may gripe if the temperature is unsuitable.
10. No man is ever required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering a friends birthday is strictly optional.
11. Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at your bachelor party.
12. Before dating a buddy's ex, you are required to ask his permission and he, in return is required to grant it.
13. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a buffalo wing clean.
14. If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem- you didn't see nothin'.
15. The universal compensation for buddies who help you move is beer.
16. A man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend's cat.
17. Your girlfriend must bond with your buddy's girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them. You are not required to make nice with her gal pals or significant friends - low-level sports bonding is all the law requires.
18. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sports event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.
19. When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her whiney friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead only if you'll be able to warn your buddy and give him time prepare excuses about joining the priesthood.
20. It is permissible to consume a fruity chick drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless supermodel... and it's free.
21. Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
22. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
23. If a buddy is outnumbered, out manned, or too drunk to fight, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the last 24 hours his actions have caused you to think, "What this guy needs is a good arse-whoopin", then you may sit back and enjoy.
25. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean.
26. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you better be referring to his beer.
27. Never join your girlfriend/wife in dissing a buddy, except when she's withholding sex pending your response.
28. Never talk to a man in the bathroom unless you're on equal footing: either both urinating or both waiting in line. In all other situations, a nod is all the conversation you need.
29. If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car, you may not join him.

like the deserts miss the rain

so i'm actually working on a new layout. i have no idea what i'm doing in html, but i'm hoping that sachin will be able to help me out. i have a general concept right now, but i still have to find a good graphic for the title. suggestions?

i've also decided to make the webpage for michael's webcomic. as i type, he should be making the second installment. i can't believe i'm doing this. i don't know html! maybe i'll go down to b&n tomorrow and buy html for dummies or something.

i finished my program early, for once. kat called me up, wanting to study, so we meet up at jester city limits. she gets this HUMONGOUS slice of chocolate cake. i swear, i don't understand women. i was subjected to her making orgasm sounds as she devoured the cake. i was tempted to go back to get some cake myself, but grabbed some peach yogurt instead in a fit of guilt. i mean, i already exercise zero to none. eating unhealthy foods isn't going to make me any more fit.

i stepped foot into the pcl to study for the first time since my freshman year. already, the memories of azn clones speaking chibonics (rights to that word belong to michael) started flooding my conciousness. i quickly directed her to the sixth floor in an attempt to escape the hoarde of clones. it was much better upstairs, but still. i ended up not studying genetics, but instead coding on paper. once i finished, i headed to robert's dorm to use bluej, since bluej doesn't want to work on my computer. it was completed with very minor changes. now i just have to go down to the computer lab tomorrow morning as to turn in the program. (i couldn't find my turnin login/pass.)

when i got back, i called teresa, to see how she was doing. kevin was worried about her, since she's been quite ill for the past four? five? days. we talked. god, i miss her. it's like she dropped off the face of the earth this semester, even though she lives just a fifteen minute walk away from my dorm. but i understand that she doesn't have time for other concerns. i mean, she's bogged down so much with school and studying for the mcat. still....

i forgot my mom's birthday yesterday. damnit. i can't believe i did that. i feel even worse, since she doesn't hold her own birthday very close. i will have to shower her with flowers when i go back this weekend.

valentine's day is almost upon us! i'm all tingly inside! yes, this is the time of year when pet stores sell the most puppies. i get an urge to bedeck the dorm room in pink. joe would certainly join in on the spirit and excuse the fact that i gave him bright pink bedsheets. i want to dress up as cupid and parade the streets of ut in a bedsheet and a bow. i felt so special when a friend of mine sent me a valentine today. it's times like this that even i could get a date. love is in the air! smile, everyone! ~_^ *tee hee*

god, kill me now.

RuroniKenshin83: midget porn makes me feel unadequate...
RuroniKenshin83: they seem so disprortionate
RuroniKenshin83: midget - see? its the size of my forarm...
RuroniKenshin83: me - *hangs head in shame*

clickity clack, crunchity crunch

so i'm studying for my physics exam tomorrow. well, i was. now i'm taking a blogging/honeycomb break. i guess honeycomb isn't that bad.

i am so out of shape. i was all out of breath from doing advance lunges and hop lunges today in fencing. i still have to get that footwork down. i came back, tired and sweaty. shower. oh god, shower. showering is such a beautiful thing. especially when it's all steamy, like a sauna. got dressed, went to lab. the ta is always unprepared and doesn't know what he's doing. to make it worse, the lab manual is written very poorly, and it is hard to confused all the time. just like that last sentence. there was one part when the rest of my lab group just sat around talking about crew and rowing, and didn't even pretend to care about the lab that i was doing. by the time eight rolled around, i was tired and irritable. heh. i think one of the girls in my group thinks i'm hitting on her or something. she doesn't get that i just get hyper when i get to play with spiffy toys in lab. not my fault that she chose to do the experiments with me when the other two slacked off.

i'm having fun with the new toys i installed on my blog, especially the referral log. you know, i've had people find my page by searching for "where can i find men in speedos" and "Kevin married Better THan Ezra". i don't know. i just don't know. the search capability is only working for this year's entries, for some reason. oh well, i'll screw with it later.

i noticed that my hair, when pulled back into a ponytail, has a strange tendency to hang over my right shoulder.

Rsilverain: my new year's resolution should be : "To smooch as many people as possible"
Rsilverain: oh no
Rsilverain: "To seduce as many people as possible"
Rsilverain: seduce, not smooch
Raging Aardvark: seduce!
Raging Aardvark: seduce-flirt or seduce-have sex with?
Rsilverain: seduce have sex with i guess
Rsilverain: but i dont have sex
Rsilverain: so maybe 'make as many people want to have sex wtih you as possible'
Rsilverain: or soemthing like that.

i retook it you jerks



so ha!

who?

where's my spot remover?



Hard rock and tatoos. You hate life; you hate your parents; you hate your family; you hate yourself; oh dear. You have problems with your girlfriends and drugs. You can play some awesome music, and everything you write has a really deep meaning along with some wicked sounds.

i know kung-fu



You sometimes doubt yourself - who you are and what you can do. You're a curious person, with questions and concerns about the world. You go along with the crowd and aim to please others to your best ability. But when you finally discover what you're really capable of, you can do some serious ass kickin'! You're fast and furious, and you will always stick up for what you believe, and those who you care for. Not only that, but you're charming and charismatic, so you get along with people well, and others often look up to you.

zombie

oh, just shut up.



-_-'''