MrKyleChen

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Wed, 25 Sep 2002 00:41:00 +0000

I missed my first class of the semester today. Three weeks of perfect attendance, GONE. Three weeks probbaly doesnt seem like shit, but yo, considering how often I use to miss class, its a huge accomplishment for me. I'm afraid that now that I finally missed one, there'll just be many many more to come.

Y'know, I feel like I'm tied to this huge ass rubber band. Whenever I feel like I am finally going somewhere with my life, I get snapped right back to where I started. From the outset of this school year, I told myself that I was going to study my ass off and get my shit together. No more missiing classes, no more half assed study nights, no more bullshit. I started off real well, studying at every possible moment and keeping the socializinig to a real minimum. However, I feel that things have changed in the past few days. I've been slacking off a lil. Like, I'm still keeping up with my work n all, but it seems like nothing is sinking in. I keep on letting my mind wander off and I end up daydreaming about stupid ass shit. I know this doesnt seem like a big deal but yo, I aint playing this year. Gotta keep it real serious. Gotta pick up my GPA, gotta get a job.

I dont know. For some reason, I feel that as much as I try to progress in my life, I'll always get snapped right back to where I was. As much as I study and try to get serious about life, I always end up slacking off and sitting around w/ my thumb up my ass. And as much as I try and move on, something pulls me right back to square one.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Tue, 20 Aug 2002 20:30:00 +0000

I am taking some time to find the person I once was.

To all the people that have been there for me this summer, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

To YOU, I am forever sorry for what I did.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Sun, 11 Aug 2002 07:52:00 +0000

I'm sorry.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Fri, 02 Aug 2002 16:37:00 +0000

Its been about 36 hours since my loveboat experience came to an end. And after about a day and half of relection and rememberance can I actually find the words to describe it. Despite all the boredom, awkward moments, hardships, diarrhea, stomach cramps, giant mosquitos, and heartaches...this has been, quite possibly, the best month of my life. As much as it pains me to revisit my loveboat memories, mainly because I miss it so much, I feel compelled to look over the pictures I have taken and the VCD the counselors made for us every few hours.

Its really funny how things turned out. In the beginning, I was so unbelieveably miserable. Now, I am unbelievably sad that things are over. But I suppose every good thing must come to and end. Well at least in my life they do. Now I must revert to the old boring, overly-responsible, anal-retentive Kyle and leave loveboat Kyle behind. Perhaps one of the reasons why I enjoyed loveboat so much was because I was able to step out of myself for a lil while. I was able to do things I wouldnt normally do in my regular life. Things like being carefree, being reckless...drunk(?).

However, despite how much I have gained on this trip, I have also paid a huge price. Well, someone else has paid a huge price to be more exact. During my time on Loveboat, while I was busy having fun and not being me, I hurt someone, whom I care deeply about and whom is the last person in the world that deserves to be hurt. And for that, I am deeply sorry.

So for the next week, I will be bumming around Taiwan, chilling with fams, catching up with relatives I havent seen yet and shoping for folks back home. Please email me or IM and let me know if you guys want anything from Taiwan. Aiites, guess thats it. Payce.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Thu, 25 Jul 2002 13:02:00 +0000

Things are winding down here in Taiwan. Loveboat is ending in a couple days and after a week of chilling with fams, I'ma have to return to my exciting and stimulating days of watching TV and surfing eBay. I will be sad when this is over, but all good things must come to an end right?

We took a 3 day trip to Yi Lan on monday. Its in Northeast Taiwan and was really beautiful. I think I would have had mad fun but I got a stomach virus the very first day, so that fucking sucked. I had massive stomach cramps and diarrhea. Yummy huh?

Went to this club called Plush yesterday. Its suppose to be one of the nicest/most expensive clubs in Taiwan. I must say that it was well worth the $700 NT door. The place was very well decorated, lots of nice couches and waitresses wearing skimpy ass shit. hehe. And they spun the best hip-hop that I have heard in Taiwan so far. I was very impressed. My only complaint was that the dance floor was really small. I also ran into 2xs Amy there. She was w/ her g/f's and seemed to be having a really good time on loveboat as well. Too bad I couldnt chill much because of my....bowel problems.

For anyone who doesnt have anything to do next summer and is between the ages of 18-23, GO ON LOVEBOAT~! This includes you Brian. I'm sure you can lie about the age thing and come tear shit up here in Taiwan.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Fri, 19 Jul 2002 13:12:00 +0000

Sorry for not blogging in a while boys and girls. Things got a lil hectic this past week and everytime I got the chance to blog, I couldnt think of anything to blog about. But yea, things are good in Taiwan. Real good. For a while, things started to slow down and the conversations started to get dry, but leave it to a night at a local club with forty loveboaters, plus some drinks and some hip hop music to pick things right back up.

The only word that comes to mind when trying to describe the past 3 weeks is surreal. This trip is turning out to be seriously one of the best times that I've ever had in my life. I dont think I have ever been this carefree, at least not in my adult life. Its been really nice to just step away from my anal-retentive, self-righteous judegmental life and just chillax. Although I miss NY and my family n all, I'm really dreading going back.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Tue, 09 Jul 2002 07:33:00 +0000

I think things have really turned around for me here in Taiwan. I'm actually having a pretty good time. I've met some pretty chillz people and been rolling with them almost every night. its dope because we dont hang out in the huge group of people and we mostly find our own spots to chill at. I genuinely, or at least hope so, think that the people I hang out with chill together because we want to, not just because a group of people just happening to be doing something. I'm really happy that things are working out this way.

As far as last night was concerned. My "crew" and I went to this mad nice kareoke place around Sogo mall called Cash Box. This place was straight up like a hotel. I'm talking about marble floors and ceilings, employees dressed in Tuxs who greet you and bow to you at the door, invidiual rooms with leather couches, your own bathroom and a bar. And on top of all that shit, food and drinks are included. We ended up singing for like 2 hours in this mad nice place and it only ended up costing about 300 NT ($9) EACH~! How fucking great is that! A place like this in NYC would literally run like $200 per hour or some shit. goddam chilling in Taiwan is cheap. Too bad the weather here is hot as ASS cheeks and there's a typoon like every other day, literally.

I'm really glad that I am here this summer. Although I am still missing NY, all its people and my baby (the CIVIC) Haha, I'm really glad I got the opportunity to really experience Taiwan. I mean, it'll prolly be a few years before I actually get to come back and the chances that I'll actually get to do it with a group of ABC's like this will prolly never happen again. Yes yes, to all the people that I was bitching at about how wack this trip was, you can all say it. I told you so.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Sat, 06 Jul 2002 13:28:00 +0000

Kyle's Friday night in Taiwan:

Went to Shi Ling night market. Missed out on a lot of good food due to upset stomach and THREE canker sores. Bought a T-Shirt w/ a design I really liked for like $5. Was mad happy until I tried it on after I got back and realized its like 3 sizes to small and fits me like a baby tee. Happiness ended. Grabbed a few people and went to this bar/lounge called B1 ($500 cover, all you can drink). Heard Hip-Hop when waiting on line; became happy again. Upon entering the bar, they played YMCA followed by Dancing Queen; became sad while simultaneously having flashbacks of my 6th grade school dance. Cops raided the club looking for drugs and checking ID's. Used broken Chinese to explain to them we were dumb innocent foreigners who had no drugs and were just there for the local girls. Sold out to the devil and had some alcohol. Black Russians are fucking strong. Laughed my head off as I watched two friends try to spit game at two local Chinese girls not knowing any mandarin and the girls not knowing any English. Staggered back to camp just before curfew acting afool in front of the counselors. Woke up with a bad ass headache. Soberness RULEz, Alcohol Drools.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Thu, 04 Jul 2002 17:23:00 +0000

Loveboat bitch-entry 3:

So far, in my 4 days on loveboat, they have taken us to a botanical garden, a FARM, two museums (Customs and National Taiwan), and the Chinese "FBI" office. Fun shit eh? Well, as far as the people go, most of the cliques have already been formed so I think its going to be harder to make friends. The bullshit into's have died down, which I guess is a good/bad thing depending how you look at it.

Well, on a brighter note (hehe, bet you didn't see that one coming), I went to this club called Room 18 last night. The entire club was pretty much over run with ABC's from my loveboat camp and the other ones. We braced through a fucking typhoon to get to this place. Thats how eager everyone was to have some fucking fun. They played a decent amount of Hip-Hop, which was great and un-expected, followed by a set of WACK trance/techno shit. I was so happy to be able to actually stop small talking with ppl and dance a little. I think EVERYONE needed it after being couped up in the dorms for like 3 days. Hopefully, this was some sort of turning point and things will improve. But we shall have to see. Okay, until next time boys and girls.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Tue, 02 Jul 2002 16:59:00 +0000

To all that people that told me to go on loveboat because it was so much fun....DIE~!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate you all. For the past 2 days that I have been on the program, its been non-stop meet n greet bullshit. OMG I cant take it anymore. Its not like meeting ppl in college cause at school, you at least have other stuff like class, studying, TVetc. to do. Here, its been NON fucking STOP..."Hi, how are you. My name is...i am from...Where do you go to school" BULLSHIT. I'm talking when you wake up, when you're eating, when you're fucking trying to sleep n shit. Someone please email me and remind me that I was actually someone cool and liked in my pre-looveboat life.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Mon, 01 Jul 2002 06:47:00 +0000

Hello from the land of shoe-sized roaches and smelly tofu (cho-dofu). Sorry for the lack of updates. Unlike Suj, who is getting lots of ass in Spain, no doubt, I spent most of my past week here in Taiwan online and watching TV shows that I dont really understand. The only thing I have been doing is eating, eating and more eating, which leads to upset stomachs, indegestion and....massive squirting. There is hope however. Today I embark on the adventure that is Loveboat.

I went to check out the dorms today and holy shit do these Taiwanese college kids have it bad. Their rooms are about the size of a SQ double but is shared by 4 students, each sleeping head to foot. Their bathrooms...holy shit. Its straight outta shawshank, literally. I don't know how I'ma be able to adjust, but I guess I dont have much of a choice.

Okay, enough bitching. I'll complain more later.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:39:00 +0000

First off, I would like to thank everyone who came out on Saturday and not forcing me to drink my ass off considering it was my 21st. BIG Thank you for making it all possible.

For all of you who don't know. I am in Taiwan right now and will be for the next six weeks. I am going to spend a week catching up with the fams and then the next month "loveboating". Don't worry, I am striclty in it for the culture. hehe. In any case I will try and blog about my adventures as often as possible and try to promote myself in jon's blogger heirarchy. I can't think of anything creative nor witty to write about so I will end my blog now.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Sat, 22 Jun 2002 06:50:00 +0000

Well, aside from the freaky elf-looking character that they chose to depict "a down to earth" person, I feel that this description fits me quite well. Yes/No?

I'm completely down-to-earth!

Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.

You are the most in touch with knowledge. It's the tree of life from which you tap the sap. You know what you want and you know how to reasonably get it.

Virtues: You respect people with plans. When someone has their head on their shoulders, you know that they can see straightforward and keep their eyes on the mark. When it comes to looking at the future, you take a logical approach: what's within your ability? A fortunate attribute that you have is the ability to set a goal for yourself, higher than maybe you feel possible, but still keep yourself within reasonable bounds. You take the time to appreciate those surrounding you and they do appreciate you in return. Decision-making comes naturally to you when you take the time to consider each option. People only come to talk to you when they are looking for a logical, reasonable solution.

Aspirations: You have an idea of what you can do with your life, but you push it up a notch. You need a profession that you can enjoy, so work towards it. You want to live near your friends and family while being as far away as possible. You also want to settle down while working in excitement and variation.

Quirks: You don't appreciate drama queens and they don't appreciate you. When they need help, they won't seek you out because of your ability to see through their overly dramatic predicaments. You have leeway for humor, and sometimes love to participate in it, but when it becomes irrational behavior, others can count you out. Loud noises are bothersome, except when they come from you or your friends.

Factors: Reach for the sky! Don't decide to do something because you're merely good at it, but choose something you might like to do, despite whether you're sure you can master it or not. Don't only save room for a few empathetic friends, but open up to everyone.

Future: When looking for a job, if you work in all of your talents (logic, decision-making, planning, and definitely humor), you'll find yourself happy. Come to a compromise for location; live nearby your friends and take periodic vacations or live farther away and take frequent return trips.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Thu, 30 May 2002 09:09:00 +0000

I said it once, I'll say it again. Girls who drive stickshift are so fucking sexy. I was driving back from this sports bar with lil tonight when a del sol pulled up next to me at a stoplight on Northern Blvd. I glance over and saw two Asian girls, sittin pretty in their little convertible. They weren't especially hot, just decent looking. While waiting for the light, I heard the revving of their engine that can only be done with a 5spd and the growl of an aftermarket exhaust. Instanly, their sexy points doubled. "She doesnt want to race does she" asked my pointy chinned passenger. Just then, the light turned green and they took off. I quickly floored the gas, dumped the clutch and caught up to them about a block down. By 3rd gear, I had my sexy counterparts by about a car's length and was still pulling on them, so I decided to call it quits. I figured I made my point and that getting pulled over for racing on Northern wouldnt be the best thing for me considering my financial situation.

The point of the story is: if you are not HOT but would like to become hot, and you dont feel like spending thousands of dollars on plastic surgery....learn how to drive stick and buy a exhaust for your car. Instant sexy-ness.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Mon, 27 May 2002 07:46:00 +0000

I strongly feel that I should stop going to K-town. I think that street and I are not meant to be. The last 2 times I was there, my sister's car alarm remote malfunctioned and I wasn't able to disable the fucking alarm. Hence, I could not drive away. Last night, while I was chilling with the visiting Michigan heads at BLUE, some fucker(s) broke into my car. What did they take you ask? Was it my stereo, my CDs, my radar detector that was fucking detector that was sitting on the dash??? No~! They fucking stole a bastketball that I had in my trunk. A FUCKING BALL is what they broke into my car for. In the process, they fucked up my lock, in which I can no longer turn my key. So now, everytime I wanna get into my car, I gotta open up the fucking passenger side door, and lean over to unlock the driver's side door. What a fucking Bitch~! The worst part is that shit is probably going to cost at least 2 bills to fix. All for what? A FUCKING Basketball.~!!

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Mon, 20 May 2002 23:33:00 +0000

Toilet Paper

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Mon, 20 May 2002 23:30:00 +0000

I got a pseudo informational-leading to potential internship possibility interview with Morgan Stanley on Weds. I am extremely nervous about it. It took me a whole 30 mins and two cigs to gather up the nerve to call this guy up and schedule something with him. I realized that I have a big problem talking to professionals, exprecially white ones. I hope I dont fuck this shit up.

Well, this week should be better than last week. I have a lil more spending money, my parents left me home by myself for a week and change, and I actually have an interview to prepare for. On top of that, Jenny will be returning from the motherland and a few people will be visiting fro Mich. Fun fun fun...

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Wed, 15 May 2002 07:47:00 +0000

OMG, someone please find me a job. These stoopid, yet very interesting quizes, are what I resort to to kill time.

Take the What Sex Position Are You? test by Ley Ley

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Mon, 13 May 2002 23:24:00 +0000

Please do this car nut a favor and take this quiz.

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Which car are you?

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Mon, 13 May 2002 07:49:00 +0000

Can someone please show me how to get an interview?

For the past 2-3 weeks, I've been editing, revising, researching, thesaurus-izing my resume and cover letter to make Me, more appealing to employers. Everyday, I hit the send & recieve button, sending a little part of me out into the corporate world, hoping someone might find the last 20 years of my life interesting and give me an opportunity to work for them. And everyday,......nothing. absolutely nothing returns. Not a "Yes, We'd like you to come in for an interview". Not even a "sorry, you're not what we are looking for". Just a vast silent empty Nothing. Which is about all that remains of my self-confidence. I'd like to blame my unemployment on the market. I keep on telling my parents that the reason why I am waking up at 2PM and watching TV all day is because the economy is bad and that no one is hiring. The truth is, the marlet isn't that bad, and that a few companies are hiring. They just dont want to hire me. AiiiEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! Welcome to McDonald's~! Would you like to supersize that?"

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Thu, 09 May 2002 06:38:00 +0000

I was cleaning off my desk tonight and I came across a copy of the Stuy Alumni Newsletter. I began flipping through it and stopped at a letter written by a student at stuy recalling what he saw on Sept 11th.

Diary of a Mad Senior by Dylan Tatz
"So what did you learn in school today?" On Spt 11th, I gave a horribly truthful answer to this familiar question. "I learned that it is easy to tell a falling body from a piece of falling debris because bodies fall much faster." We stood in the 9th floor chemistry lab for almost an hour, shocked by the sight of men and women in expensive clothes glancing back into what was once their office, before throwing themselves towards the chaotic sidewalk hundreds of feet below. Some appeared to have a running start while others stood at the edge until the flames licked their skin and pushed them off into the endless cloud of smoke. Some held hands, while others preferred to dive alone into whatever fate followed that smoke.

I dont know why I am still dwelling on Sept 11th. It was so long ago, and although no one will ever forget what happened, people in NYC for the most part, have moved on. However, I still get very emotional everytime I read something or see something on TV about the WTC. Perhaps it was because I went to HS three blocks away or because I was so familiar with that neighborhood. The other day I was driving around lower manhattan and I got lost admist all the construction and one way streets. Soon, I found myself driving on the Westside Highway right alongside what use to be the WTC. I havent been that close to ground zero before. Although I was driving by and I only managed a few looks, the images were incredible. The magnitude of the destruction was surreal. Ground Zero is basically just a hole in the ground now with a bunch of cranes and bulldozers. But HOLY FUCKING SHIT what a hole. It was the size of a football field. I just couldn't believe that it was so huge. All I could do was imagine was what it would have been like if I'd still went to Stuy and I was there that day.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Sun, 05 May 2002 05:29:00 +0000

Wow, I didnt know everyone cared so much. I feel so special. So in return, I will reveal who my mystery girl is to you all, even the ones I do not know. So yea, the girl is Esther Kim. Class of 2002. Korean. From College Point, NY. Really nice hair. Fucking cute as hell.

Yea, yea....so she has been the object of my infatuation for the past two years. My unicorn, my "fabled creature that can never be captured" (if you can name that line, you are truely a movie buff). I didnt really expect/want anything to happen when I told her. I just wanted to let her know that I was "fond" of her. Yes, Yes, hopeless I know.

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Fri, 26 Apr 2002 01:50:00 +0000

Kyle: Now that you are graduating, I just wanted to tell you that ever since I met you my freshman year, I've had the biggest crush on you.

Girl: Ohhhhh (sighing). Thats so sweet~! *girl pauses and dances away*

I believe unrequited was the word

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Thu, 25 Apr 2002 01:08:00 +0000

Seven Points.

0.7% of the total grade.

1.5 multiple choice questions on any of the exams.

Thats how much I failed econ 401 by. One or two more correct answers on the final, and I wouldnt have to repeat the hell fucking shit hole that is Econ. 401. Just 2 more answers and I would have had the C- that I needed to pass, instead of the D+ which I am sitting on. Had my pencil accidentally slipped and filled in bubbles C, and D on question 27 and 30, I would have been straight.

I asked. She said NO. I begged. She said NO. I lied, made up excuses. She said NO. Janet Gerson is the devil. I begged her to give me the lousy seven points I needed to pass that class. I told her that this was my 2nd time taking this class and that if I am forced to take it again, i wont graduate on time. She says, "Maybe you should reconsider concentrating in Economics. Have you thought about a General Studies Degree?" A FUCKING GS DEGREE. Hello, my parents arent paying $30K a year so I can come out of Michigan with a GS degree. My parents are paying $30K a year so I can fucking take econ 401 over and over again~!!!

Do you understand how little seven points is. Its like...Seven hundred Chicken Nuggets, and accidentally dropping 1 on the floor. BIG FUCKING DEAL~! PASS ME GODDAMIT~!

I dont understand. I am a relatively good person. I open doors for people. When mothers with strollers are trying to get down the stairs to the subways, I pick up the stroller and bring it down for them~! Why God WHY~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why does life have to be so HARD~!!! $#@$@#$$#@#@

I cant take it anymore. I am going to get ready to go to Nectos for the last party of the year and get fucked up~!! Holla at dem HOs~!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (kyle) — Sat, 20 Apr 2002 04:52:00 +0000

If you haven't heard already, the beloved All-American clothing company Abercrombie and Fitch Co. has recently released a line of T-shirts featuring caricatures depicting stereotypical Asian features. My favorite one is the shirt that has the slogan that says "Wong Brothers Laundry Service - Two Wongs can make it WHITE". Read more about the shirts HERE. Anyways, I went to Briarwood Mall the yesterday and paid a vist to the Abercrombie store looking for the shirts. I had envisioned myself throwing a huge fit in the store, protesting the shirts to the managers, and doing something drastic along the lines of setting the shirts on fire. But to my disappointment, I was only able to find one shirt. I am guessinig the entire line either got bought out or the store managers pulled the shirts from their shelves. I am hoping iths the latter.

Tonight, I was directed by a friend to check eBay and look for the shirts. Holy fucking shit~!!!! The "Asian abercrombie shirtts" were selling for $150+ with the # of bidders reaching 30+. One of the auction desciptions reads "seeing the ridiculous amount of money people are paying for the shirts my friends convinced me to sell my "collectors item" shirt. hey..if people want it..they can have it. i'm going to have a guilty conscience everytime i wear this shirt now anyways. HAHA." Isnt capitalism great? After I finish this entry, i'm going to run a search on eBay and see if anyone is selling their mothers because it seems everyone is just out to make some money, no matter how "wrong" it might be. If anyone has a minute, please go find these people on ebay selling these shirts and write them some hate email. Thank you.

For all those people who've said that I am too sensitive to "Asian" issues and that Asians have it easy compared to blacks or latinos. Take a fucking look at these shirts. Why doesnt Abercombie come out with a shirt advertising "Jamal's Fried Chicken" or "Pablo's mother fucking Tacos" or some shit?

Too sensitive my fucking ass.