Heavy bass was rippling my clothes, my eardrums were hammered by rhythmic thumping and the darkness I saw before me was sporadically speared by rays of light… What? I was dancing. Where? In a club. I thought about calling someone to piece together my night…but it’s hard to reach in your pocket, dial a number and start speaking when you’re reeling drunk, you’re in a club and your tongue is doing a triple deke in tonsil hockey while both your hands are shoved up a girl’s shirt with no indication of moving from their warm, soft perch. I smir [View Full Entry]

---

---

The last entry occurred roughly two weeks ago and everyday since my foray into white Guido culture, I’ve been constantly rubbing my left hand to try and rid the orange tint and the smell of Axe permeating the knuckles. In my quest to rid my knuckles of this atrocious smell/color, I went into a sparring session with a black guy…the smell and the color vanished, but now my knuckles have moved from embodying testosterone fueled Caucasian stupidity to representing a lifetime of oppression. Sigh. I’m not trying to remove these unwanted characteristics pervading my hand [View Full Entry]

---

---

I would apologize for not updating in a while, but there’s absolutely no point as you would gloss over it (and not really care), I wouldn’t really mean it (and would have tons of excuses lined up) and it would be a general waste of space (and its fucking lame). So without further ado, a nice little story to whet your appetite. After the [url=http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/New-York/New-York/Manhattan/blog-359183.html]Chinese Restaurant Jailbait Fiasco, or the “Undercooked Dumpling” story, not much happened over break. I met th [View Full Entry]

---

---

After spilling one of my most tightly kept stories (read the previous entry) to Iron Face, I spent the rest of the night studying. But trying to concentrate was a lost cause. In addition to the metaphorical tsunami of emotions crashing down on me from reliving that moment in my life, it was 4am and I was exhausted. But what made studying completely impossible was my anxiety. Was this a story I should’ve never told anyone? How would I be perceived now this side of my life was brought out? It was obvious that it had already altered my relationship with [View Full Entry]

---

---

Just so the facts don’t get twisted, I didn’t run through anymore bases with Ms. Gently. After she devoured my mouth (and neck) for the rest of the night in a way quite contrary to her internet handle, we had to split up. Her roommate was there, all our friends were there and there was no way we could’ve met up that night without everyone noticing. This wouldn’t matter at all in normal circumstances, but in Asian groups it's a big deal. You mess around with one girl in public and you have no shot with the others. You mess around [View Full Entry]

---

---

For those people who see no continuity between my entries…a lot of them are private now. Ask me for a private subscription and I will gladly hand you one granted you are not (1) a person looking to harm me or others with the information in the private entries, (2) an ex-girlfriend and/or (3) my father. On with the story... I woke up the next day with a burning fever (38C) from all the ill-effects partying/drinking/dancing can do when you’re already sick, cold and sleep deprived. I wasn’t allowed to stay in bed and recover though. I was leaving early Sunday [View Full Entry]

---

---

I would’ve met HKW right away, but our schedules didn’t match well. She had midterms during the week and wanted to meet during the weekend. Problem was, I was going to Boston that weekend for a career fair. So we agreed to meet when I got back. My life was finally connecting together. Shit was falling into place after all the craziness of multiple women trying to hit multiple bases on multiple nights. With the smell of women still pervading my apartment, I packed my bags Wednesday night, slept for 30 minutes, met K-Bomb, Princess, Yusaku, the Queen (a J-girl who [View Full Entry]

---

---

I had a long weekend filled to capacity with parties. Because it was Canadian Thanksgiving (what are Canadians thankful for, by the way? Living in a frozen tundra? Being universally considering a bitch in the international ring? Having a stagnant culture that relies heavily on their Southern neighbor’s?), I had a three day weekend and considering drinking starts on Thursday in university, I had 5 straight days of debauchery awaiting me. I was going to see HKW in at least two of the parties so I figured I would be able to bust a kokuhaku moment one of the two nights [View Full Entry]

---

---

For all my old readers...don’t bother reading this. This is for all my new readers who invariably ask me the question: “I don’t want to read 40 backed up entries, can you give me a quick summary of the blog?” Well here you go, in semi chronological order: Me: As the protagonist of this blog, I guess it’s vital to know a little about me. I’m Asian, 20 years old and trying to find a girlfriend. Not to say that I don’t get girls (I think I do fairly well in that regard), but roping them into a relationship is one [View Full Entry]

---

---

I last left you readers just as I turned down the closest I will ever get to a “sure thing” and boarding a jet to Chicago. One may ask, why Chicago? In a nutshell, Europe and Japan were way too expensive but I had enough money to go somewhere…and I wanted to go somewhere I had never gone before. When my aunt’s family moved to a Chicago suburb because of work, I easily found a good excuse. Minus layovers in O’Hare, I had never set foot on the only city in the Midwest worth going to. And then when Teddy told [View Full Entry]

---

---