Some Fun

Here are some pictures from a couple of weeks ago.  We were at John's house, apparently doing nothing but acting stupid: 
 
 

I don't know what Stuart was doing here; I think he had a high fever with an acute case of idiot, and thus the forehead contact and retard-expression. 


 

I, being the normal person that I am, was playing an F chord on the guitar. Ben, on the other hand, was pretending to kill space zombies through his "virtual-reality module," which was actually a pair of ear muffs.


 

Do I even need to explain this one?  Lovely, isn't it...?  
 
And, just to prove that I really have fried my brain cells: 



This is Stuart without his medication. 

That's enough mayhem for today.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go study for the test I'm going to inevitably fail.  So long. 

Morbid Mad Man Decapitates Harry Potter

Either I'm terribly troubled by some unknown force, or I'm just crazy. I'm going to put my friend, Andrew, on the spot light while I tell my sad, sad tale. Or is it his sad tale?

I was situated at the corner of Temple City and Lemon, strutting south toward the little green man without a face. John was with me, and we'd just come from summer school.

"KEVIN HUYNH!"

I looked to my right and saw Andrew's head peeking out of his car, smiling. He always does that, I thought. I grinned widely for no apparent reason. Then my heart nearly skipped a beat, or maybe it did, how can you tell?: A larger than normal sized truck came skidding past, which sprayed water from the puddle that was not there, made from the rain that didn't exist.

When the truck finally past by, the only thing on the road was Andrew's head. It was rolling on the floor with that same happy expression, it was still smiling. It would have been less horrible without the crimson red blood dripping from his "decapitated" head, unfortunately, the blood was there, and at the next moment I was at his furneral.

Strange, the casket was open, and Andrew's body was in a suit. He was wearing a silky black jacket with a nice white dress shirt. His head was still missing, and even more strange, his neck was bare; no bandages.

(The picture above was taken from Eric's blog. He doesn't know yet, so don't tell him!)

I arrived home and headed for my room. When I opened the door, I recieved the shock of my subconscious life. There, right on my bed, lay a fish bowl with Andrew's head in it.

Still f-ing smiling.

In an attempt to save my dignity, I will say that anything Andrew does ends up, in one way or another, making me laugh. So it's no surprise that when I woke up from the dream, I was not screaming in horror, but laughing hysterically.

But you must think, Why, Kevin is a mad man!

Indeed, I am. Maybe even, a morbid mad man. Is that an alliteration? Kevin, the alliterating morbid mad man.

Okay, anyway, that's enough fame for Andrew. Don't want to spoil his mind; the whole world will know his name. He's far better off away from those things. There, there, Ben, after all, it's not really good bye. He'll be at Hogwarts soon enough. Good bye, Harry Potter--the boy who lived!

War of the Pigeons

Today is actually the 7th. But I put the entry date back to the forth because I hate you.

It was not the usual alarm clock that woke me. Why the beep-beep-beep didn't go off at 7 o' clock sharp, I still am not sure. Perhaps it has formed a mind of it's own; a cynical one at that. But its "efforts" (if a hypothetical alarm clock-mind has efforts at all) were in vain.

For I was awakened by pigeons.

In my room, I have two windows; one big, and one very small one. The more larger of the two is facing south and my bed is located directly beneath it. Now, Saturday night turned out to be quite hot, so the AC was running. But at about 1pm, my dad turned it off and said it was because he wanted to save electricity. Like America is in need of power saving anyway. So I opened my window and let the cool breeze in.

"Coo-Coo-Cooooo," was the first thing I heard Sunday morning. But you know when you're half asleep and you don't really know what's going on? Yeah, that was me. I invented that feeling. So I went back to sleep because my alarm hadn't gone off, naturally I thought it was still before 7.

It's funny how friendly little pigeons can suddenly turn you into a rampaging psycho. They could've stopped making that noise. They could've flew away from my window ledge. They could've fell off my window ledge. But no, they relentlessly pushed on. And on. And on.

Screw it, I thought. Getting up earlier wouldn't harm anyone. It couldn't be to far away from 7 o' clock anyway.

I checked my clock, and it read 9:15 am. The numbers seemed more lively today; like they were taunting me. Laughing at my folly, laughing because I wasn't going to make it. And it was then, I felt a sense of determination and conviction; I was going to make it.

Wierd, it was just church.

I managed to get there in time for Sunday services. We sang a couple of songs, and heard some prayers; particularily David Chui's (John's older brother). He talked about other countries and let his heart pour out. It made alot of people weep. But don't get the idea that I cried. Shut up.

After that, we had bible study (Book of John) then lunch, you know, the usual deal. Then my dad took me to Barnes and Noble because he wanted to get this book, Guns, Germs, and Steel, which is something his co-workers have been raving about. He ended up also purchasing Bill Clinton's My Life. I doubt he's ever going to read it, though. And lastly, he talked to me about my doing nothing productive except playing guitar and sleeping. So, he got Michael Behe's Darwin's Black Box for me (a yucky science book, the biochemical challenge to evolution to be exact).

Okay, moving on. I came home to sleep and get ready for fireworks later. I ended playing PS2's True Crime. At 4pm I went to Stuart's house and waited for people to come over. Let me tell you, the worst decision you can make in your life is to enter Stuart's room...with him in there (that is, without a safety buddy to call 911).

Ben wasn't coming for another hour, so I had no choice. We started playing a little guitar here and there, then he got bored. So I moved to his desk chair, and let him sleep on his bed. After awhile my stomach roared with hunger; maybe because I digest faster while being held captive.

I told him I was hungry and that we should go to Carl's to get a bite to eat. He said, "Okay, give me a hand up." I willingly obeyed. I pulled him up on his back and started to pack my guitar.

Then he fell back down.

At least six times I had to prop him up. On the last time I stayed behind him to hold him there. Dammit, he's freaking heavy. I gave up and retreated back to the much safer chair.

I never thought he would start to throw things at me. But I'm naïve, so my thoughts don't count. First line of fire was his guitar case. It wounded my eye, and one of my contacts fell out. Suck it up, Kevin. I took shelter behind a book shelf and returned fire.

I was hurt, but I wasn't down. Years of training had prepared me for this and through out the battle I kept in mind what my commander once told me: "Always expect the unexpected from Stuart." I let my guard down in the beginning; I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

Then my stupidity caught up to me. I was right under the damned door knob! I manuevered my way out of the door and left the battle grounds for good. I was on his territory, he had an advantage; leaving was the only wise thing I could do.

Then his mom made fried rice for the both of us and we sat outside to eat. The mindless chatter of the TV was on, and it set the mood of good karma. But this time, my guard was up, I was thinking clearly. Somehow, I knew he was plotting against me. Even as I was chewing down on the rice, I knew.

Rice, as it had been known to do, has a way of stealing your thoughts and transferring them to some other bowl of rice. For today, it was my intelligence officer. I don't think Stuart knew how to harness the powers of the grain of rice, so now, the tides have changed and I was swimming in my own bathtub again.

Oh, if Ben hadn't knocked on the door that instant, Stuart would not have lived.

Well, I've been going on and on, so I'll try summarizing. We went to buy fireworks, lit them, and then I went home. Stuart tied a smoke bomb at the end of my bike and told me to ride it. Awesome. Eric came later with his brother and a whole bag of fireworks.

That's basically, well maybe I'm 1300 hundred words too late for basically but whatever, it.

It's wierd, I've been getting déjà vu alot lately. Maybe it's because of my growing up, memories tend to stack on each other, and therefore repeat. I'm not certain. But I'm always uneasy when it happens; you never know if Stuart might be lurking behind a corner laughing with his new creation of déjà vu zoo.

"Sir, Does Evil Exist?"

This morning, Eric passed on a story to me. It talks about the age old dispute between atheists and theists on "Does Evil Exist?";

The professor of a university challenged his students with this question: "Did God create everything that exists?"

A student answered bravely, "Yes, he did."

The professor then asked, "If God created everything, then he created evil."

Since evil exists (as noticed by our own actions), so God is evil. The student couldn't respond to that statement causing the professor to conclude that he had "proved" that "belief in God" was a fairy tale, and therefore worthless.

Another student raised his hand and asked the professor, "May I pose a question?"

"Of course," answered the professor.

The young student stood up and asked: "Professor does Cold exists?"

The professor answered, "What kind of question is that?...Of course the cold exists... haven't you ever been cold?"

The young student answered, "In fact sir, Cold does not exist. According to the laws of Physics, what we consider cold, in fact is the absence of heat. Anything is able to be studied as long as it transmits energy (heat). Absolute Zero is the total absence of heat, but cold does not exist. What we have done is create a term to describe how we feel if we don't have body heat or we are not hot."

"And, does Dark exist?", he continued. The professor answered "Of course". This time the student responded, "Again you're wrong, Sir. Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in fact simply the absence of light. Light can be studied, darkness can not. Darkness cannot be broken down. A simple ray of light tears the darkness and illuminates the surface where the light beam finishes. Dark is a term that we humans have created to describe what happens when there's lack of light."

Finally, the student asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?" The professor replied, "Of course it exists, as I mentioned at the beginning, we see violations, crimes and violence anywhere in the world, and those things are evil."

The student responded, "Sir, Evil does not exist. Just as in the previous cases, Evil is a term which man has created to describe the result of the absence of God's presence in the hearts of man."

After this, the professor bowed down his head, and didn't answer back.

Some people have said that the boy was Albert Einstein. No one knows for sure.

Free At Last with an Electric Guitar at an Airport Terminal

You all know, by now at least, the title is completely irrelevant to the entry. But now that I have your attention...well you know the drill.

• Free! or Am I?


• Electric Guitar


• The Terminal


• Many More Days To Come

FREE AT LAST, OR AM I?

I still remember the first day I stepped onto TCHS grounds, and that's alot since I can only vaguely remember what I did this morning. So, I conclude, this year has only passed in the time span of less than 4 hours. Just kidding. But anyway, the last day of school sort of just crept by; I didn't even know, until Thursday night, we had no school the next day. I think it was because of the finals, but luckily that's all over and we have the rest of summer to kick back and enjoy.

Well, for some people at least. If you're like me, you have summer school. I think the word summer is great, I think the word school is alright, but when those words unite, who would have ever thought it would be so horrible? I mean, you add 3 and 4 (two very good numbers; and they're good only because if they weren't, my analogy wouldn't make sense), and you get 7 (a fabulous number by the way). You don't get 1 (which is a horrible number, and again it's horrible because then my analogy works). So, obviously then...summer school must be defying the laws of numbers!

Yes, I realize there are no "laws of numbers" that make one number better than another. But whether the laws exist or not, summer school is still illegal, and hax0rs always get logged out.

ELECTRIC GUITAR

I was looking at some guitars the other day and came across this one. The price is only $109.99, 110, so I figure if I get $10 bucks a week, for allowance that is, I'll have to save for 11 weeks, or 3 months. Not bad, not bad at all.

Then my dad came along. Now, he's usually a tough one 'cause no matter what I say, he thinks all I need in life is nothing but the bare necessities. Which is true, but it's not like I'm hitching a free ride here; if I want something from that guy, I gotta work my ass off.

"Hey, dad, can I show you something?"

"What? Your report card?"

Oh great, that's just great. Now he's expecting something good on my report card, and I have to let him down with the idea of an electric guitar.

"No, no, that's not coming until later. But take a look at this."

I showed him the giant image of the guitar.

"Wow, that looks good."

"Yeah, it looks really good. It comes with an amp, the guitar itself, 3 picks, a cable, the case, and a chord book. A guitar, alone, already costs, at minimal, $115. This package has everything you need already for only $110. So I was thinking, if I save for about 11 weeks, I could get it. But it is the summer, and I'd really like it if I could play a little before school starts. So you think you could give me an advance?"

"You already have one," he said. And those words almost made me lose hope.

"Yeah, I know. But there's two types of guitars. And acoustic, and an electric. They both sound different, and this offer is just too good."

"Well, fine. Only, though, if you do my laundry, the dishes, iron my clothes, and vacuum the house every week, for let's say...a year. And when you get your first job, you're paying me back $110."

"What? I thought you were giving me an advance, why do I have to pay you back?"

"The $110 is not for the guitar, it's the extra fees I'm charging you for an advance."

"You're turning into a corrupted bank."

"Don't make me change my mind."

"Yes, sir."

Wow, I can't believe I am that lucky. A little work here and there, but in the long run, it'll all pay off. How will it pay off you ask?

......

Yeah, anyways, it's going to pay off, whether I can answer you right now or not.

THE TERMINAL (THE MOVIE)

I'm going to pretend today is sunday. So "today" I went to church at about 9:30. Worship songs, yadayadayada, hypocrisy speech, blah blah blah, bible study, erghhhtheyuaa, and then a gourmet lunch at the built in restuarant. (Chicken and rice at the cafeteria.)

Afterwards, me and some people, John, Stuart, and Ben (who I believe now owes me 7 bucks), went to the movie theaters on Atlantic, 'cause Temple City didn't have The Terminal, and we waited for an hour until the movie started. And if you haven't caught on, the movie was The Terminal.

It was, just flat out, a good movie. Creative; a nice fresh breeze of change from the man has this much alotted time to save the world and catch some chicks on the way movie. Honestly, who could have ever thought of a movie about a guy stuck at an airport terminal? And to make it good too!? Geniuses I tell you. I highly recommend it.

MANY MORE DAYS TO COME...

Have a good summer everybody. Unless you have summer school, then I guess...well, don't have a good summer. Unless you like summer school, then, by all means, have a horrible summer.

And remember, buy candy from Ben and Stuart; they're raising money for BS.....S. On the market, each item costs $1. Mention my name, and they'll give it to you for half price. If at first, they say no, be persistent; it's a code I worked out with them. You have to at least ask 3 times.

Okay, bye now. Oh yeah, and if you see me running and if they're close behind, you have to jump in and stop them. It's another code, and they'll give you free candy bars.

Studying with Cannibal-Scented Deodorant

The title has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about. It was merely to get your attention. Now that I have it, you can do nothing but read the whole thing and leave a comment.

• Study


• Cannibals


• Deodorant


• Questions


• Assignments

STUDY

I did nothing but study this weekend. Well, I'm not going to do anything but study this weekend; it's only sunday and saturday counts as a weekday because I say so.

1.) Work on Pathways Final. An email interview with Professor Don Thorsen of Theology from APU. Should be very interesting. I have to write a report and do an oral speech.

2.) Make an English Portfolio. Benchmarks, essays, and stuff go inside the folder. I also have to write a "Dear Reader" letter. Gee, like people can't read essays without proper instructions from the author.

3.) Study for Spanish.

4.) Study for Math.

5.) Study for P.E.

Wait, what?

CANNIBALS

I watched Hannibal on USA yesterday. Spoookkyy. Anyway, I wonder: Could any one we know be a cannibal? Are you born a cannibal? After thinking awhile about the movie, I came to the conclusion that all cannibals are evil psychos who get off watching people scream in pain. But, then, I thought about the 3rd world countries who have ancient tribes or whatnot that practice cannabilism. And it occured to me that the Greeks and Romans practiced cannabilism too; and they certainly are not evil psychos who get off watching people scream in pain.

On the contrary, they were quite civilized; we actually owe alot to the Greeks. They gave us theater, philosophy, politics, democracy, and so on. So my conclusion now is that canniblism is instinct; rather than a murderer's desire, it's a cannibal's need. They know no other way to survive, so obviously they eat people. Still a scary thought though.

DEODORANT

On a lighter note, I had a dream I married deodorant. Old Spice Pure Spirit to be exact. I think it was because Andrew and I were discussing the origins of deodorant for like 5 hours. And how it actually came 20,000 light years away from the sun on a planet called Eath. Not Earth, Eath. Interesting, yes?

STUDY QUESTIONS

1.) Why do you think saturday is actually a weekday, and not a weekend? Keep in mind that I am right, and the calendar of the whole world is wrong.

2.) Are you a cannibal?

3.) The Greeks invented democracy. Who invented the toilet?

4.) Where does deodorant come from?

ASSIGNMENTS

1.) Write a full thesis on why toilets keep the Earth and Eath in order from total civilization chaos.

2.) Form an outline on the full thesis.

3.) Write an essay based on the outline.

4.) Due Monday.

A NOTE

I wonder why I'm demanding homework from what I write in my blog now. I swear, the finals are getting to me. Good luck guys. And remember summer is just over the scantrons. Oh great, summer school starts the week after. One of these days I'm going to die, and they'll ban finals. I'll be a hero.

Reminiscencing On Everything That Was Done For Us

I wonder why we're all in the timeline of great tragedy and sorrow. I can hope that in future wars, death casualities will never match to D-Day. I can always hope that the people who haven't died yet, would come back from the war, alive. And I can always hope that future leaders of such compassion for America, will remain well. But then the heroes would be forgotten; forgotten in the midst of hope for future persons, and not remembered as the past heads further and further away.

• 60th Anniversary of D-Day


• Another 5 Die


• Remember Reagan

60TH ANNIVERSARY OF D-DAY

Today is the 60th anniversay of D-Day. On June 6, 1944, Operation Overlord commenced with a landing of over 5,000 ships, 11,000 airplanes, and 150,000 service men.¹ After suffering hell on the beaches, more than 4,000 Allied Forces were dead. But after the shock had hit the troops of the blood massacre and death, "Fortress Europe had been breached." ²

Operation Overlord was a mission against Nazi Germany. It was a mission for freedom against Adolf Hitler. Against a tyrant who loved his people, and put his morals on the line for them.

Adolf Hitler killed off more than 1,000,000 million Jews. America saw that as wrong, and the soldiers acted upon it. They fought not only for America, but for people half way around the world. There's something extraordinary about these men, and I can't quite put my finger on it, but the word comes close to 'miracle.'

ANOTHER 5 DIE

Five U.S. soldiers were killed when their vehicle was attacked near Sadr City.³ I don't know why the news sources, including the LA Times, didn't show the names of the people who died. It's the least they could do, seriously.

The total death toll is about over 600, with the death of the five soldiers.⁴ Why? Why did they put their lives at risk? Why? I can't imagine the amount of bravery, patriotism, and self-neglect even if you told me.


REMEMBER REAGAN

Our 40th president, one that has attracted great amounts of popularity, has died. June 5, 2004 is his passing date, and shall his memory never be forgotten.
It was Alzheimer's that took his life. It first starts off with memory loss. Then it gets worse by progressing to a more higher stage of memory loss; forgetting common words and phrases, and objects, and names. Then, the concentration of the person is affected. It becomes increasingly difficult to pay attention. All the while, the memory keeps getting worse until he or she has lost the ability to respond with the environment. ⁵

That is what happened to Mr. Reagan. By the time he died, he didn't know of his immense contributions towards pushing America to where it is now. He is credited with ending the Cold War, which stopped communism from spreading. And:

"In 1986 Reagan obtained an overhaul of the income tax code, which eliminated many deductions and exempted millions of people with low incomes. At the end of his administration, the Nation was enjoying its longest recorded period of peacetime prosperity without recession or depression." ⁶

There were alot of other things he did. But that is sort of out of place here. I think the main point is to remember him, period. He is one of the few presidents I admire most. His speeches were not of this world; there was an audio recording on KFI the other day, and it was absolutely amazing. Here is an excerpt from Ronald Reagan's speech on commemorating D-Day:

"Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet, you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith and belief. It was loyalty and love."

I will always remember yesterday, as the day America lost a little bit of it's soul; the soul Reagan worked so hard to make truly great for us.

WORK CITED

• ^1-2 D-Day Memorial Foundation. URL: http://www.dday.org/html/d-day_history.html


• ³ King, Laura. "Premier of Iraq Calls for End to Insurgency." Los Angeles Times, 5 June, 2004, p. 1.


• ⁴ Newsday. URL: http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/world/ny-woiraq053834682...


• ⁵ Alzheimer's Association. URL: http://www.alz.org/AboutAD/Stages.asp


• ⁶ Whitehouse.gov. URL: http://www.whitehouse.gov/history/p...